I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory.
Writing is like paying myself a formal visit...
Like all men endowed with great mental mobility, I have an irrevocable, organic love of settledness. I abhor new ways of life and unfamiliar places.
Solitude devastates me; company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.
Thus we represent a painful version of the argonauts' bold motto: the journey is what matters, not life.
I'd like the reading of this book to leave you with the impression that you've traversed a sensual nightmare.