In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible, then one must try to wriggle through by subtle manoeuvres.