"Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?"
"I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it will be. I want it to have not a single graceful curve nor to be slightly bent toward evening but a hitherto unseen beauty. Lovely because of the danger which works away at it, overwhelms it, undermines it. Oh let me be only utter beauty. I shall go quickly or slowly and I shall dare what must be dared. I shall destroy appearances. The casings will burn away and one evening I shall appear there in the palm of your hand, quiet and pure like a
glass statuette. You will see me and all about me there will be nothing left."
"Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it."