I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.