When I think, I ruin everything. That’s why I avoid thinking:

I wonder if someone could simply decide: today is going to be an important day in my life.

I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own.

You must understand me: I had to invent a being that was entirely mine. But it so happens that she’s becoming too powerful.

Trying to possess Angela is like trying desperately to grab hold of the reflection in the mirror of a rose. Yet all I had to do was turn away from the mirror and I would have the rose itself.

I had a vivid and inexplicable dream: I dreamed I was playing with my reflection. But my reflection wasn’t in a mirror, but reflected somebody else who wasn’t me.

I cloistered in my narrow, anguished little world, not knowing how to leave to breathe in the beauty of what’s outside me.

I want the truth which is only given to me though its opposite, through its untruth.

a reality that constantly escapes me.