To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I looked at it [revolver] as if it reminded me of a crime I had committed with an irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people’s lips in the face of great catastrophes which are beyond their grasp, the smile that comes at times on certain women’s faces while they are saying they regret the harm they have done. It is the smile of nature quietly and proudly asserting its natural right to kill.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly.