Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.
If my hands are fully occupied in holding on to something, I can neither give nor receive.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.