We all know people who live too much in the past. Too much history, too much remembering, can ultimately destroy the present and the future.
I don’t believe in love. At least, I believe in love, but not in happiness. The only love that lasts is unhappy love.[in his journal]
I used to think that there was a black hole inside me that nothing could fill. Then I had a daughter. I remember the first time that I put her to sleep. I was standing, holding her in my arms, rocking her. I was looking at her all the time. She was looking up at me. I began to feel that she trusted me, that she felt safe. She must have done because her eyelids started closing little by little, and then she was asleep. That’s a good memory.
For the most part, people feel safe. They forget to turn the alarm on, leave windows open, patio doors. I didn’t want anyone to feel safe. Why should they have that luxury?