Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.
Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).
I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.