That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.

it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one

The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.