You walk inside my dreams, I love the pain and the flame in you, but do not touch me.

For I am soft and too easily devoured by my love.

I was amazed to be able to see the sun on the sea, to feel the spring, to renew my love affair with the world.

I am devoured with restlessness and fever. I cannot be quiet. I am wildly dreaming of escape, voyages, love, wildly craving love.

This love devoured me, this love obsessed me. It was the coil of it which strangled my life.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

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

Then I sat at the typewriter, saying to myself: Write, you weakling; write, you madwoman, write your misery out, write out your guts, spill out what is choking you, shout obscenely.

I am in a good mood. I have washed my seashells to their pristine whiteness. I have started to dream profusely day and night. The blood is circulating again. I write in my head.

But then she had always preferred the night to the day.

I’ve been in bliss—and feel two hundred percent better. Solitude does that to me. I feel enriched. One doesn’t need people, theatres, bars, etc. Just to step outdoors, see the light on the hills, the stars at night—that’s enough.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

In her dreams at night she dissolved in his presence, lost herself in him. Her feelings for him were the opposite of an almost continuous and painful tension whose origin she did not know.

dreams which gave birth to worlds within worlds, which, begun at night when she was asleep, continued during the day as an accompaniment to acts which she now discovered were rendered ineffectual by this defensive activity, with time became more and more violent.

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I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself.