God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed! - Djuna Barnes

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

Such a woman is the infected carrier of the past: before her the structure of our head and jaws ache - we feel that we could eat her, she who is eaten death returning, for only then do we put our face close to the blood on the lips of our forefathers.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.