I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from man's and for which man's language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored. D. H. Lawrence began to give instinct a language, he tried to escape the clinical, the scientific, which only captures what the body feels.

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve them in alc…