When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?
It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.
And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that I'd been afraid for a long time, I'd been afraid for a long time. There's fear, of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it filled me and it filled the whole world.
...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.
I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.