When You Make A World Tolerable For

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

Write. Write Until It Stops Hurting.

It Is Difficult To Live With The Pure. They Do Not Condemn You; They Forgive You. This Forgiveness Is More Terrible Than A Judgment.

There Were Silences In My Head. I Could Abandon Myself Completely To The Pleasure Of Multiple Relationships, To The Beauty Of The Day, To The Joys Of The Day. It Was As If A Cancer In Me Had Ceased Gnawing Me. The Cancer Of Introspection.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.