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 i… - Anaïs Nin

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

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 hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.

She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.