Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?
Society: an inferno of saviors!
We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.