“Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love?.. Why was I born without a skin, O God, that I must wear armor in order to touch or to be touched?”
“I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.”
“I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.”
“It feels like something I was born to do, like I am supposed to be her with her.”
“I am not afraid to die; I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever.”