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?

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

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

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

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 only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.