...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.

Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.