The cure might be worse than the problem

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.

I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved

But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.