"Anguish is the same as desire. I've lived wearing myself out with more desires than I can count, and throughout my life, anguish has been a disappointment. As a schoolboy I waited for the bell that meant classes were out, and today I wait for the object of my anguish till I can't stand it. Terror inhabits me, taking possession of me on a pretext. In these moments what I love is death. If I could only escape, evade this present state, the loneliness and boredom of a life that confines itself." pg. 159, Guilty, George Bataille