You Must Be Like Me; You Must

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.

If I Became A Philosopher, If I Have So Keenly Sought This Fame For Which I'm Still Waiting, It's All Been To Seduce Women Basically.

The Public, Too, Has To Make An Effort In Order To Understand The Writer Who, Though He Renounce Complacent Obscurity, Cannot Always Express His New-hidden Thoughts Lucidly And According To Accepted Models.

One Is Still What One Is Going To Cease To Be And Already What One Is Going To Become. One Lives One's Death, One Dies One's Life.

As If There Could Be True Stories: Things Happen In One Way, And We Retell Them In The Opposite Way.