"I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea."
"… It makes me cry, I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from inside, I do not want to leave it I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread"
"Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell."
