Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
When I envied a man's spurs then they were indeed worth coveting.
I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.
I hate birthdays.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.