“Torment and tears — after all, that is life, too.”

“I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth or the blood that rose into the silence.”

“That’s the horror of it for me, that I understand everything!”

“What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.”

I feel the distance between myself and others. I guard that distance.

Most often I am in the very darkness of my desire […]

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.”

“I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.”

“I am alive where your fingers are.”

“I waited too long for you. I will devour you, love you into flame,…”

“I fear death only because it is I who will die, without having had the chance to be everyone else.”

“But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.”

“Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain.”

My solitude was cold, there was no denying that, but it was also serene, wonderfully serene and vast like the cold serene space in which the stars revolve.