dalisay

Besides: how could she tie herself to a man without allowing him to imprison her? How could she prevent him from developing his four walls over her body and soul? And was there a way to have things without those things possessing her?

Why did every living thing have something to tell her? Why, why? And what did they require, always draining her?

The room where she had spent so many afternoons glittered in the crescendo of an orchestra, silently, avenging itself for her distraction.

And she loved that man as if she were a fragile grass and the wind buffeted, flogged her.

Never suffer because you don’t have an opinion on this or that topic. Never suffer because you are not something or because you are.

Animal life boils down to this pursuit of pleasure after all. Human life is more complex: it boils down to the pursuit of pleasure, to fear of it, and above all to the dissatisfaction of the time in between.

It’s not being worth more to others, as regards the ideal human being. It’s being worth more inside yourself.