Belle de Jour, Luis Buñuel

Hell is a different place for each man, or each man has his own particular hell. My descent into the inferno is a descent into the irrational level of existence, where the instincts and blind emotions are loose, where one lives by pure impulse, pure fantasy and therefore pure madness. No, that is not the inferno. While I am there, I am as unconscious of misery as a man who is a drunk; or rather, my misery is a great joy. It is when I become conscious again that I feel unutterable pain.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin , Volume One