I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

To be responsible is to be the uncontested author of an event or thing.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.