“Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.”

“The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.”

“There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.”

“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.”

“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”

“The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.”

“I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”