the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.
I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
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.