Only in the fever of creation could she recreate her own lost life.

If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves.

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But wit…

Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.