The less I needed, the better I felt.

the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

...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.

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

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

The less I needed, the better I felt.