I write to save someone's life, probably my own

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

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.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

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