Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!