“The essence of Camp is its love of the unnatural: of artifice and exaggeration. To talk about Camp is therefore to betray it.”

“I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my life to interpret my dreams.”

“My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another.”

“Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.”

“One ‘falls’ in love. But this is one disease which, if one must have it, is better to have often rather than infrequently. It’s less mad to fall in love often (less inaccurate for there are many wonderful people in the world) than only two or three times in one’s life. Or maybe it’s better…