Nights without work I spend with whisky and books.

It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take.” (p. 318).

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.