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And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledg...more

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The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two beings. When I return to Hugo in the evening, to the ...more

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Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I ...more

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The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.

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Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind fa...more

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Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house,...more

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I love you, June, and you know how acutely, how desperately. You know that no one can say or do anything to shake my love. I have taken you into mysel...more

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I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolatio...more

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She was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tattered love and faith. He cut into the faith with n...more

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He had never seen her body so abandoned, so unconscious of all but the desire to be taken and satisfied. She bloomed under his caresses, no longer the...more

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They clutch and cling and howl when I leave them, but how badly they love.

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Men can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet with Artemis, with Venus, with any of the goddesses ...more

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I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He ...more

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I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essential...more

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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 in...more