“I’ll drink out of your bra, because I’m thirsty for your love.”

“I’m hungry but I won’t order 18 tubs of ketchup and a spoon. No, I’ll order it because I’m thirsty, and I’ll ask for a straw.”

“The forbidden love is the sea, let your thirsty eyes drink from it.”

“R wrote Delahaye about all that had happened to him and about what he, R, wanted:My friend,You’re eating white flour and mud in your pigsty. I don’t miss Charleville. I don’t miss being a bored pig where the sun dries up all brains but sloth. Your brains or feelings’re being dried up: dead pig Delahaye.Emotions are the movers of this world.Me: I’m thirsty. What I’m thirsty for—whom I’m thirsty for—I can’t get so I drink poisons. I’ve got to free myself. From what? Pain? Oh—for more poisons. Maybe more poisons’ll come and I’ll go so far, I’ll emerge. Something is trying to emerge from this mess.I don’t know how.”

“When your thirsty drink, when your hungry eat, when you want success, work hard,”

“And while I’m at it, I’ll find out what’s wrong with your sister, too.”