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"Of what matter am I made in which elements and foundations for a thousand other lives mingle but never merge? I go down every path and still none is mine. I have been sculpted into so many statues and haven't frozen into place..."

"I would like to boast that I am she who could destroy her body and soul in Gehenna for the sake of a love, for the sake of a passion she could not understand, or for the sake of the sorrow they engendered."

"The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive - those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood."

"Destruction is tragic and piteous and beautiful. The dream of destroying, building anew, perfecting. Perhaps even, once one has destroyed, the day of perfecting may never come, but in the passion of love I must destroy."

"It was not so much shame that I experienced as the feeling that the actual world was an unfamiliar organism utterly unlike the world of my imagination."

"I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified."

"I am choking in the suffocating foul air of the harbor. I want to hoist my sails in the open sea, even though a tempest may be blowing. Furled sails are always dirty. Those who would deride me are so many furled sails. They can do nothing."

"It wasn't an ordinary sickness. God killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did He call me back to life."

"For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money."

"My hope is that we stop buying so mindlessly into the notion of collective identity. Out attraction to members of our own sex gives us something in common but it doesn't make us inherently responsible to each other. We're not a family. We're not a religious sect."

"I rediscovered anarchism through my love of punk rock...It just made absolute sense to me, especially as articulated by Emma Goldman. The impracticality of revising society into an ideal anarchist state was obvious, so it appealed to me more as a philosophy, although if there's ever a viable revolution I'll definitely join the front lines, and anarchist action groups have my heart."

"In my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that's what I've had to make the best of."

"the question may be asked, off the record, why time doesn't pass, doesn't pass from you, why it piles up all about you, instant on instant, on all sides, deeper and deeper, thicker and thicker, your time, others' time, the time of the ancient dead and the dead yet unborn, why it buries you grain by grain neither dead nor alive, with no memory of anything, no hope of anything, no knowledge of anything...."

"If only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow flame feebly darting from side to side, panting, as if straining to tear itself from its wick, it should never have been lit, or it should never have been fed, or it should have been put out, it should have been let go out"

"The one outside of life we always were in the end, all our long vain life long."

"Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity."

"Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end."

"The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue."

"Here lies a ne'er-do-well, six feet under hell."

"To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with."

"I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen ot heard."

"What matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am."

"I was afraid to let go, or I felt like this pretty thing with a few rips in it."

"Who does it really belong to, this mannequin I'm so adept at portraying or...?"