At last I feel identified with the mountains, clean, cold, hard, detached.

At last I feel identified with the mountains, clean, cold, hard, detached.

I had never before met anyone who owned a telephone and believed in dragons.

My ideas were confused. In a peculiar way, the unreality of the outer world appeared to be an extension of my own disturbed state of mind.

To wait - only to wait - without even the final merciful deprivation of hope.Sometimes I think that some secret court must have tried and condemned me, unheard, to this heavy sentence.

I had a curious feeling that I was living on several planes simultaneously; the overlapping of these planes was confusing.

Sometimes a savage beauty lured me into the sun and I would start to love the danger a little. On these occasions I felt the reluctant love drained painfully from me as blood drains from a deep wound. The tigers lapped my love's blood and remained enemies. The inhabitants of the day laughed at the gift I wanted to bring them, and I shut myself in my inner room to escape the betrayal of their arrogant mouths.