Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.