I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.
myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth