When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.
I am the end or the beginning.
I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.