Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them. When that light has been put out, a heavy shadow of despair descends.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.

Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).