People living deeply have no fear of death.

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension

This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.

Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocence and duplicity, generosity and calculation, fear and courage, I cannot tell the whole truth simply because I would have to write four journals at once.

Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.