You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.