Fever Fuckery

You think you will, but you won’t. Because—what is it they say?—life gets in the way.

“I am no longer present, I am a thousand pencils, I don’t want to know what they write, I want to disappear amid their motion, which I no longer understand.”

Il contatto tramite l’immaginazione produce un’intimità straordinaria.

“Lust is so inadequate. And loving exhausts me.”

“Life is a total process, the inner as well as the outer; the outer definitely affects the inner, but the inner invariably overcomes the outer. What you are, you bring about outwardly. The outer and the inner cannot be separated and kept in watertight compartments, for they are constantly interacting upon each other; but the inner craving, the hidden pursuits and motives, are always more powerful. Life is not dependent upon political or economic activity; life is not a mere outward show, any more than a tree is the leaf or the branch. Life is a total process whose beauty is to be discovered only in its integration.”