Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. That is what we both certainly are.

In my case such an expression as 'to be fallen for' or even 'to be loved' is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after.

I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified. Though ten thousand people criticize me, I can throw in their teeth my challenge: Are you not all the more dangerous for being without tags?

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.Everything passes.That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.Everything passes.

Addiction is perhaps a sickness of the spirit.

Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened.

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness