It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

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.

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

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

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

I, who called love my hope for love.

To think is an act. To feel is a fact.