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Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

Freedom, Especially A Woman's Freedom, Is A Conquest To Be Made, Not A Gift To Be Received. It Isn't Granted. It Must Be Taken.

Realism Is A Bad Word. In A Sense Everything Is Realistic. I See No Line Between The Imaginary And The Real.

If I'm A Cruel Satirist At Least I'm Not A Hyprocrite: I Never Judge What Other People Do. Neither A Politician Nor A Priest, I Never Censor What Others Do. Neither A Philospher Nor A Psychiatrist, I Never Bother Trying To Analyze Or Resolve My Fears And Neuroses.

When The Most Important Times Are Occurring, We Don't Even Recognize Them Or Notice. We Are Just Busy Living Our Lives. Only Looking Back Do We Know What Was A Great Moment In Our Lives.