We Are Cruel When Someone Refuses To

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain.

I Really Believe That If I Were Not A Writer, Not A Creator, Not An Experimenter, I Might Have Been A Very Faithful Wife. I Think Highly Of Faithfulness. But My Temperament Belongs To The Writer, Not To The Woman

To Love And To Labor Is The Sum Of Living.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

I Only Believe In Fire. Life. Fire. Being Myself On Fire I Set Others On Fire. Never Death. Fire And Life.