I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.

Every gesture is a revolutionary act.

I know nothing and my heart aches

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.

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