I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.
I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.
I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.
although I love a rich life, I hate an overcrowded life. I believe in rumination and lose half the beauty of all things when I am deprived of the time to ruminate.
Asia discovered two remedies for the cruelty of man, art and religion. America discarded both and is drowning in hate and aggressivity.
I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.
America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.
