I often think about this, that is, I imagine to myself that here is Vera, dead, totally motionless, lying on the table, in a coffin… and I too, of course can no longer live. But...

On the third day Vera said:’I love your body because it is beautiful. But I do not know your soul. I do not know whether there is a soul. Nor is it necessary for me...

I came there again another time. And I looked many times again. I was filled with consolation, with my consolation.The thirty-three abominations were truthful. They were the truth. They were life. The sharp fragments of...

I was standing alone with him when she burst impetuously through the door, tall and wearing a rain-cape on top of a queen’s costume, a forgotten crown on her head.She directed some rapid words at...

How beautiful the tragic seems when it is beneath a mask, but when it appears so nakedly before me and… when I am so forcibly implicated… I don’t know whether I care for it so...