“The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.”
“I had become conscious of my physicality, aware of my presence and open to the ugly truths of the world. At the age of thirteen, I realised that there was a danger in innocence and beauty, and I could not live with both.”
“I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.”
“I went down again. My heart and I went down again. I was aware of her hand. I was aware of my breathing. I could no longer see it, but I was aware of her face.”
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
“How could a smile reduce me to such a mess? I was tempted to go to him and put my arms around him. Is it part of love for women to become weak and foolish?”