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.

I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

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.

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

Facts and particulars annoy me.

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