If A Person Continues To See Giants,

This Great Handsomeness I Took Into Myself Later When He Desired Me, But I Took It As One Breathes Air, Or Swallows A Snowflake, Or Yields To The Sun.

I Hate Men Who Are Afraid Of Women's Strength.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

What Everyone Forgets Is That Passion Is Not Merely A Heightened Sensual Fusion But A Way Of Life Which Produces, As In The Mystics, An Ecstatic Awareness Of The Whole Of Life.

I Have No Brakes On...analysis Is For Those Who Are Paralyzed By Life.