“The deeper I go into myself the more I realize that I am my own enemy.”

“I protect myself by refusing to know myself.”

“We live in the hope that life will be different. Just a little more substance perhaps in the intrinsic frailty of the days. Such resignation frightens me. Between gunshots I get drunk. In secret, all knowledge becomes anxiety.”

“I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.”

“There is no way I can avoid thinking about the kind of world I belong to. The abuse of utopias disfigures everything.”

“God is a book I can no longer read.”

“Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.”