I maintain that inversion is the effect of neither a prenatal choice nor an endocrinal malformation nor even the passive and determined result of complexes. It is an outlet that a child discovers when he is suffocating.

All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.

Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?

We are our choices.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.