We need the books that affect us like a disaster
Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.
I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.
Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible, but that alone doesn't make it true.
Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.
Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.