It Is Only In Solitude That I

It Is The Striving After Perfection That Makes One An Artist. It Is The Sense That One Is Imperfect, Unfulfilled, Unfinished. One Attempts By A Superhuman Effort To Fill The Gap, To Leap Over It, To Finish It In Another Medium. And One Creates A Third And Separate Thing: 'adventure Rarely Reaches Its Predetermined End. Columbus Never Reached China. But He Discovered America.

Him That I Love, I Wish To Be Free -- Even From Me.

Only When One Is Connected To One's Own Core Is One Connected To Others, I Am Beginning To Discover. And, For Me, The Core, The Inner Spring, Can Best Be Refound Through Solitude.

Women Need Solitude In Order To Find Again The True Essence Of Themselves.

Cut Asparagus At Night - In Desperation. When One Is Very Tired One Always Does One More Thing.