I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.

Test yourself on mankind. It is something that makes the doubter doubt, the believer believe.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.