Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.