Follow the evil to its root. Confront the wound; look at it—put your finger on it.

"I still have moments where the past washes over me and I sink below the surface. Sometimes the tides are too strong and I am watered down to nothing. But we are survivors. We are resilient. You can't control someone who loves themselves, who owns themselves. They've conditioned us to make sure we don't know that. I've spent so long trying to find love in other people - the kind of love that was made for me. The kind of love that brings me home. Nobody told me that it was inside me. That I could give it to myself."

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.”