Everything Ends With Flowers.

Only When You Are Lost Can Love Find Itself In You Without Losing Its Way.

It Is Said That Life And Death Are Under The Power Of Language.

Writing Is The Passageway, The Entrance, The Exit, The Dwelling Place Of The Other In Me.

You Only Have To Look At The Medusa Straight On To See Her. And She's Not Deadly. She's Beautiful And She's Laughing.

Love Is When You Suddenly Wake Up As A Cannibal, And Not Just Any Old Cannibal, Or Else Wake Up Destined For Devourment.