He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.
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.
It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.
Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.
People living deeply have no fear of death.