“Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.

I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

One handles truths like dynamite.

I don’t wish power, only art -art and passion.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

I love New York. It’s hard to explain, but it’s the energy of the city. It’s not like L.A. where everything is spread out.

Never complain. Never explain.

Bigotry has always been the poison of America, and we oughta do everything to eradicate it with no excuses or explanations.

Art, if it is successful, needs no explanation.

Never explain – your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.

A foreign correspondent, after talking to me for a while, once said: “You don’t seem smart enough to be so good at what you’re doing. Do you have an explanation?”

Can you worship a God who isn’t obligated to explain His actions to you? Could it be your arrogance that makes you think God owes you an explanation?

I live my life as I deem appropriate and fitting; I offer no apologies, no explanations.