One of the most destructive forces in the world is love. For the following reason: The world is a conglomeration of objects, no, of events and the approachings of events towards objects, therefore of becoming stases static stagnant, of all that is unreal. You get in the world, you get your daily life your routine doesn’t matter if you’re rich poor legal illegal, you begin to believe what doesn’t change is real, and love comes along and shows all these unchangeable for ever fixtures to be flimsy paper bits. Love can tear anything to shreds.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

A language is the appearances of connections therefore language as in writing doesn't express anything: it creates.

We don't have a clue what it is to be male or female, or if there are intermediate genders. Male and female might be fields which overlap into androgyny or different kinds of sexual desires. But because we live in a Western, patriarchal world, we have very little chance of exploring these gender possibilities.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

The only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense.