"My true love, my dark angel. I would like to tell you I love you, and that my words should make a hole, a large hole in your body, in the world, in the dark mass of life. I would want this hole to attach you to me (I'd pass a strong rope through it like the ones which tie ships in harbour and which creak horribly in high winds), I would want this hole to dive into. To swim in your light, in your night of heavy velvet, in your flashes of silk. If only my words had the force of this love which makes a hole in my stomach and causes me pain. Strange, impossible enigma never to be resolved, exclamation mark which will always hold me upright in danger, standing on my head and racked with overbearing dizziness." (page 13)
"And I, wanting to die of love like in the old stories, starved myself of food, and each day before the mirror I admired the ever more prominent outine of my ribs, and the pallor which my weakness gave me. I had dizzy spells, my body felt light, I was transparent to the world." (page 23)
"Who could ever understand the world? Its four leafed clovers? Wasn't the world itself monstrous, weren't we its glorious rotting abscesses?" (page 25)
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