I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.