Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
I am no longer afraid to say anything.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
My different personalities leave me in peace now.
Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.