Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

The only sin is the sin of being born.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Words fail, there are times when even they fail.