Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was

I Am So Thirsty For The Marvelous That Only The Marvelous Has Power Over Me. Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

The Suppression Of Inner Patterns In Favor Of Patterns Created By Society Is Dangerous To Us.

Warmth, Perfume, Rugs, Soft Lights, Books. They Do Not Appease Me. I Am Aware Of Time Passing, Of All The World Contains That I Have Not Seen, Of All The Interesting People I Have Not Met.

Creation Which Cannot Express Itself Becomes Madness.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.