I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

New Year's Eve always terrifies me.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

In New York you've got to have all the luck.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?