The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

Introspection is a devouring monster.