I am dying of hunger.

I've solved the mystery: You have to submit silently. Open up, let go. Let anything penetrate you, even the most painful things. Endure. Bear up. That's the magic key! The text comes by itself, and its meaning shakes the soul. You mustn't let scar tissue form on your wounds; you have to keep ripping them open in order to turn your insides into a marvelous instrument that is capable of anything. All this has its price.

People who do not see the terrible things therefore do not see the beautiful things, either.

Why have I had this life? If I knew, I wouldn't have done it

Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this, but it means that these women, they were not sharing my solitude.

In a way, everything concerning a movie leaves me cold.

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.