Nothing Is Harder Than To Accept Oneself.

There Are All Sorts Of Ways Of Murdering A Person Or At Least His Soul, And That's Something No Police In The World Can Spot.

Perhaps There Are Only A Few Women Who Experience Without Deception The Overwhelming Intoxication Of The Senses Which They Expectfrom Their Encounters With Men, Which They Feel Bound To Expect Because Of The Fuss Made About It In Novels, Written By Men.

Primitive Peoples Tried To Annul Death By Portraying The Human Body--we Do It By Finding Substitutes For The Human Body. Technology Instead Of Mysticism!

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.

We Know That Every Person Who Is Loved Feels Transformed, Unfolded, And He Unfolds Everything, The Most Intimate As Well As The Most Familiar, To The One Who Loves Him As Well As To Himself.... The Person One Loves Is As Ungraspable As The Universe, As God's Infinite Space, He Is Boundless, Full Of Possibilities, Full Of Secrets.