Maybe to some people they're monsters, but not to me. I can't be realistic. Even when I walk down the street, I find monsters. Everywhere I have an exacerbated sensibility toward monstrosity. Whenever I see it, I'm happy.
Human flesh is strange.
From my life with my mother. All my life I felt like that. She lived her life through me. She was a castrate woman by my father and she wanted to live her life through me. Yes, very difficult.