I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.
What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.
Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.
I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.
Death is too much to ask of the living.
My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.