I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.

No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.

I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.