“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don’t know how to say them.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

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.