“Today, I struggle in vain against melancholy. Definitively detached from my oeuvre, from culture, philosophy, life, salvation. All I want — is to lose myself in nothingness, to rest, to forget myself.”

“I crouched among the rocks and contemplated the sea. My body felt powerful, fresh and obedient. And my mind, following the waves, became itself a wave, unresisting, submissive to the rhythm of the sea.”

“She knew more, she sensed more. She kept strange, private things curled up in her carelessness that were too tight for the rest of us to unravel.”

“Pale, pearly limbs, and that silky hair,”

“Voluptuous bravery; skin from a wound half-healed, admiring loss.”

“Bury my heart separately. It is fragile.”

“Let yourself become that space that welcomes any experience without judgement.”

“A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.”