I am the only real truth I know.
Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.
I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people. But it could be an abject failure to myself. I will not have earned death.
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.
...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.