Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

I long to be free-desperately free. Free as the stillborn are free.

Lucidity is the only vice which makes us free - free in a desert.

Unlike Job, I have not cursed the day I was born; all the other days, on the contrary, I have covered with my anathemas...