I Am Dying Of Hunger.

I Could Be With A Woman In A Bed, For Weeks Even, And It Would Seem To Me Like Three Seconds. Or 300 Years.

I Sell Myself For The Highest Price. Exactly Like A Prostitute. There Is No Difference.

You Leap Over The Wall Of One Ghetto And Find Yourself In Another Ghetto.

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

But Words - Words Are Not Enough!