❝ You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses. ❞

❝ What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? ❞

❝ He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. ❞

❝ There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other. ❞

❝ Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all. ❞

❝ It was a pleasure to burn. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real. ❞

❝ I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. ❞

❝ Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. ❞

❝ I am haunted by humans. ❞