The Reason We Go To Poetry Is

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

What Could Be More Convincing, Moreover, Than The Gesture Of Laying One's Cards Face Up On The Table?

Obsessional Does Not Necessarily Mean Sexual Obsession, Not Even Obsession For This, Or For That In Particular; To Be An Obsessional Means To Find Oneself Caught In A Mechanism, In A Trap Increasingly Demanding And Endless.

I Always Speak The Truth. Not The Whole Truth, Because There's No Way, To Say It All. Saying It All Is Literally Impossible: Words Fail. Yet It's Through This Very Impossibility That The Truth Holds Onto The Real.

The Narration, In Fact, Doubles The Drama With A Commentary Without Which No Mise En Scene Would Be Possible.