I maintain that inversion is the effect of neither a prenatal choice nor an endocrinal malformation nor even the passive and determined result of complexes. It is an outlet that a child discovers when he is suffocating.

A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.