I Could Be With A Woman In

I Am Your Fairy Tale. Your Dream. Your Wishes And Desires, And I Am Your Thirst And Your Hunger And Your Food And Your Drink.

It Is The Nobel Prize I Want. It's Worth $400,000.

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

One Should Judge A Man Mainly From His Depravities. Virtues Can Be Faked. Depravities Are Real.

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.