I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

Los Angeles gives one the feeling of the future more strongly than any city I know of. A bad future, too, like something out of Fritz Lang's feeble imagination.

What I secretly longed for was to disentangle myself of all those lives which had woven themselves into the pattern of my own life and were making my destiny a part of theirs. To shake myself free of these accumulating experiences which were mine only by force of inertia required a violent effort. Now and then I lunged and tore at the net, but only to become more enmeshed. My liberation seemed to involve pain and suffering to those near and dear to me. Every move I made for my own private good brought about reproach and condemnation. I was a traitor a thousand times over.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.