I Am In Chains. Don't Touch My

We Photograph Things In Order To Drive Them Out Of Our Minds. My Stories Are A Way Of Shutting My Eyes.

I Do Not See The World At All; I Invent It.

Going To Pieces. To Go To Pieces So Pointlessly And Unnecessarily.

From The True Antagonist Illimitable Courage Is Transmitted To You.

I Answer One Of Your Letters, Then Lie In Bed In Apparent Calm, But My Heart Beats Through My Entire Body And Is Conscious Only Of You. I Belong To You; There Is Really No Other Way Of Expressing It, And That Is Not Strong Enough.