If you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anyone else?

Men don't want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand, men lose interest quickly.

Luck is believing you're lucky.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

Young, gifted, and destitute.