The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.

Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I can keep going, if at all, is by writing, not through rest and sleep. I am far more likely to achieve peace of mind through writing than the capacity to write through peace.

Religions get lost as people do.

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

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

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.