I'm full of self-doubt. I doubt everything I do. Everything I do is a failure.
No two things the same, the equals sign a scandal.
In order really to write one has to sink deep into the self and become lost there.
Doing what you do well is death. Your duty is to keep trying to do things that you don't do well, in the hope of learning.
Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.
Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things - new experiences, new emotions - and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self.