In love, one and one are one.

Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.

We are our choices.

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Introspection is always retrospection