The Period Without The Diary Remains An

I Believe The Lasting Revolution Comes From Deep Changes In Ourselves Which Influence Our Collective Life.

I Write Emotional Algebra.

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrink. I Lose My Fire, My Color.

Human Beings Can Reach Such Desperate Solitude That They May Cross A Boundary Beyond Which Words Cannot Serve, And At Such Moments There Is Nothing Left For Them But To Bark.