If I always do what pleases me, at least there is one person in the world that is pleased. Well, how can I accept a limited definable self, when all I feel, all possibilities.

Do not seek the because, in friendship and madness, there is no because, no reason, no solution. I have always endowed madness with a sacred, a poetic, and a mystical one too. It seemed to be a denial of ordinary life, an effort to transcend it, expand, to go far beyond the limitations of the human condition.