Buying is a profound pleasure.
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.
Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.
That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
We must not confuse the present with the past. With regard to the past, no further action is possible.