...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.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.

People don't do me much good.

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness