Truly decent, innocent people can be taxing to be around.

I had kind of a midlife crisis at twenty which probably doesn’t augur well for my longevity

I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear

Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.

I felt despair. The word’s overused and banalified now, despair, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture — a weird yearning for death combined with a crushing sense of my own smallness and futility that presents as a fear of death. It’s maybe close to what people call dread or angst. But it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable feeling of becoming aware that I’m small and weak and selfish and going without any doubt at all to die. It’s wanting to jump overboard.

People, unless they're paying attention, tend to confuse fanciness with intelligence or authority.