Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.

It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

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

Art consists in making others feel what we feel.

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.