There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

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

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

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 naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.