«A need to move around in a world full of secret meanings, where I cannot look at a window, a tree or a cabinet door without a great deal of anguish. Neither of us did anything (or very little) to organize the world around ourselves. It simply appeared in place as the fog lifted little by little. It depended on disaster no more than it did on dreams, because a man who desires beauty for what it is will never enter into the world. Insanity, asceticism, hatred, anguish and the domination of fear are all necessary; one must have so much love that even on its threshold, death appears ludicrous. A window, a tree, a cabinet door are nothing if they cannot bear witness to movement and to heart-rending destruction.»