I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

I am a retiring, silent, unsociable, and discontent person.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

It requires enormous presence of mind or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That is why the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.