I never wish to be easily defined.

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

Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.