I had huge ambition for literature. I don't see the point of doing anything if you don't have ambition for it.

I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds.

the buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.

That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. LIke genius she is ignorant of what she does.

A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?