Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers - you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance.