I Feel A Frantic Desire

No Love Can Survive Muteness.

The Basis Of Shame Is Not Some Personal Mistake Of Ours, But The Ignominy, The Humiliation We Feel That We Must Be What We Are Without Any Choice In The Matter, And That This Humiliation Is Seen By Everyone.

Happiness Is The Longing For Repetition.

We Go Through The Present Blindfolded... Only Later, When The Blindfold Is Removed And We Examine The Past, Do We Realize What We've Been Through And Understand What It Means.

In The Love Poetry Of Every Age, The Woman Longs To Be Weighed Down By The Man's Body.