I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.
I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Please — consider me a dream.
You can choose to be free , but it's last decision you'll ever make
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.
We need the books that affect us like a disaster
Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
There are some things one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction.
If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
All language is but a poor translation.
I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.
Nothing is as deceptive as a photograph.
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