A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.

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.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

Palestine needs earth, but it does not need lawyers.

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