Adolescence Is Like Cactus.

I Am Lonely, Yet Not Everybody Will Do. I Don't Know Why, Some People Fill The Gaps And Others Emphasize My Loneliness. In Reality Those Who Satisfy Me Are Those Who Simply Allow Me To Live With My ''idea Of Them.

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

She Was Fully, Painfully Aware That Very Rarely Did Midnight Strike In Two Hearts At Once, Very Rarely Did Midnight Arouse Two Different Equal Desires, And That Any Dislocation In This, Any Indifference, Was An Indication Of Disunity, Of The Difficulties, The Impossibilities Of Fusion Between Two Human Beings.