If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.

I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning - both throw up their arms. The first to signify harmony, the second to signify strife with the elements.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Evil is the radiation of the human consciousness in certain transitional positions. It is not actually the sensual world that is amere appearance; what is so is the evil of it, which, admittedly, is what constitutes the sensual world in our eyes.