Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives

The Way To Recognize A Dead Word Is That It Exudes Boredom.

When I Am Most Deeply Rooted, I Feel The Wildest Desire To Uproot Myself.

In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude. But With Action Came Anxiety, And The Sense Of Insuperable Effort Made To Match The Dream, And With It Came Weariness, Discouragement, And The Flight Into Solitude Again. And Then In Solitude, In The Opium Den Of Remembrance, The Possibility Of Pleasure Again.

For Too Many Centuries Women Have Been Being Muses To Artists. I Wanted To Be The Muse, I Wanted To Be The Wife Of The Artist, But I Was Really Trying To Avoid The Final Issue — That I Had To Do The Job Myself.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.