I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g'

Idealism Is The Death Of The Body And The Imagination. All But Freedom, Utter Freedom, Is Death

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.

This Image Of Herself As A Not Ordinary Women, An Image Which Was Trembling Now In His Eyes, Might Suddenly Disappear. Nothing More Difficult To Live Up To Than Men's Dreams.

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.