Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.[Todo lo que entra en mi boca parece que me engorda, todo lo que sale de mi boca me avergüenza.]
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough, not savage enought. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
All knowledge which ends in words will die as quickly as it came to life, with the exception of the written word: which is its mechanical part.