There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.
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.
Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.
I like to make use of what I know
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.