I dream too much, work too little.

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.