Please — consider me a dream.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.