Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?