Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.

I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.