I considered calmly that I was born to write.
People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?
I believe, I desire, that social and economic ills may be remedied.
I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.
Existence precedes and rules essence.
I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.