...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.)

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

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

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.