tell me,isn’t it tragic?to open yourself uplike a museum,to turn yourselfinside out, onlyto have everythingstolen under thenight. —Anthea Yang
Once I had started my solitude, I realized anew that it was easy for me to become accustomed to this state and that the most effortless existence for me was in fact in one in which I was not obliged to speak to anyone. My fretful attitude to life left me. Each dead day had its charm. —Yukio Mishima
I was totally amazed by those words.