In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.

Don't let thoughts of me hold you back. Just do what you want to do. Otherwise, I might end up taking you with me, and that is the one thing I don't want to do. I don't want to interfere with your life.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

For novelists or musicians, if they really want to create something, they need to go downstairs and find a passage to get into the second basement. What I want to do is go down there, but still stay sane.

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.