[T]he aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. - Henry Miller

I will go directly to her home, ring the bell, and walk in. Here I am, take me-or stab me to death. Stab the heart, stab the brains, stab the lungs, the kidneys, the viscera, the eyes, the ears. If only one organ be left alive you are doomed-doomed to be mine, forever, in this world and the next and all the worlds to come. I'm a desperado of love, a scalper, a slayer. I'm insatiable. I eat hair, dirty wax, dry blood clots, anything and everything you call yours. Show me your father, with his kites, his race horses, his free passes for the opera: I will eat them all, swallow them alive. Where is the chair you sit in, where is your favorite comb, your toothbrush, your nail file? Trot them out that I may devour them at one gulp. You have a sister more beautiful than yourself, you say. Show her to me-I want to lick the flesh from her bones.

"الكتابة بخط اليد على الجدار ليست غامضة ولا مهددة لمن يستطيع أن يترجمها. الجدران تنهار، وتنهار معها مخاوفنا وترددنا. لكن آخر جدار ينهار هو ذاك الذى يطوّق الذات داخله. ومن لا يقرأ بعينىّ الذات لا يقرأ أبدا. العين الداخلية تخترق الجدران كلها، وتفك طلاسم الخطوط كلها. تترجم "الرسائل" كلها. انها ليست عيناً قارئة أو مخمنة، بل عين واشية؛ لا تتلقى النور من الخارج، بل تُصدر نوراً. نوراً وفرحاً. وعبر النور والفرح ينفتح العالم، ينكشف ليبدو كما هو: جمال يفوق الوصف، وخلق لا ينتهى."

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.