No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.

You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.