"I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness; and some other days I see it as a disease, a proliferation as dangerous as cancer. My first concept about the people around me was that all of them were coordinated into a whole, whereas I was made up of multitudes of selves, of fragments. I know I was upset as a child to discover that we had only one life. It seems to me that I wanted to compensate for this by multiplying experience. Or perhaps it always seems like this when you follow all your impulses and they take you in different directions. In any case, when I was happy, always at the beginning of a love, euphoric, I felt I was gifted for living many lives fully. It was only when I was in trouble, lost in a maze, stifled by complications and paradoxes that I was haunted or that I spoke of my “madness”, but I meant the madness of the poets."