I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.

Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

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

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.