For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.

...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -