I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.