I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

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

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.