I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

Ordinary life does not interest me.

The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.

Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not virtue. It was a disguise.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.