I didn't want to be alone, but I had to learn that the dimensions of my feelings are too violent. I had to learn this.

When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.

I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.

The ultimate acting is to destroy yourself.

I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

The truth is, I can never die. For I will be in everything and see you in everything and watch over you. I am your reaction in the water of a mountain lake

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.