While There's Life, There's Fear.

Not Even Self-love Can Always Be Counted On For Support.

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.

One's Fetishes Are Fascinating, But Not Because Of Their Beauty Or Significance. The Same Could Be Said For One's Genitals, Or One's Children.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.

Regretting The Past Does Not Prevent Me From Repeating It.