Love is so much more deadly than I had thought, love is so much inherent as the very lack, and we are guaranteed by a need to be renewed continuously. Love is now, is forever. There is just the blow of grace - call it passion.

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.

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.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

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

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

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