He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock