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

In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.

My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.