We Did Not Touch Each

The Basis Of Insincerity Is The Idealized Image We Hold Of Ourselves And Wish To Impose On Others.

My Life Is Slowed Up By Thought And The Need To Understand What I Am Living.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.

Everything With Me Is Either Worship And Passion Or Pity And Understanding. I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate. I Hate Murderously.