I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

One must use the weapons one finds in one's path.

A nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown ... a nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

I will only ever be drawn to people who suffer from that special and fertile anguish called self-doubt, or the thirst for the ideal, and desire for the soul's mystical fire. Self-satisfaction because of some material accomplishment will never be for me. The truly great are those who quest for better spiritual selves.