And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.

Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.

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.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.