I Hate Men Who Are Afraid Of

My Life Is Not Possible To Tell. I Change Every Day, Change My Patterns, My Concepts, My Interpretations. I Am A Series Of Moods And Sensations. I Play A Thousand Roles. I Weep When I Find Others Play Them For Me. My Real Self Is Unknown. My Work Is Merely An Essence Of This Vast And Deep Adventure.

Whenever You Do Something That Is Not Aligned With The Yearning Or Your Soul—you Create Suffering.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

I Disregard The Proportions, The Measures, The Tempo Of The Ordinary World. I Refuse To Live In The Ordinary World As Ordinary Women. To Enter Ordinary Relationships. I Want Ecstasy. I Am A Neurotic — In The Sense That I Live In My World. I Will Not Adjust Myself To The World. I Am Adjusted To Myself.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.