In order to understand, I destroyed myself.

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

I seek and don’t find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

THIRD WATCHER Let her speak. Don't interrupt. She knows words that mermaids taught her...I'm falling asleep in order to hear her...Go on, sister, go on...My heart aches because I wasn't you when you dreamed at the seashore.