I Am Dying Of Hunger.

The Ultimate Acting Is To Destroy Yourself.

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

It Is True What Rimbaud Said; If You Think A Book Is Strong Enough, Try It At The Ocean, In The Wind, At The Waves. If The Book Can Resist The Ocean, Then It Exists. Otherwise, Throw It Away.

When You Are There, You Are. With Words, You Aren't.

You Leap Over The Wall Of One Ghetto And Find Yourself In Another Ghetto.