The point of a notebook is to jumpstart the mind.
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.
There are two types of people ... the scrutinizers and the scrutinized
I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.
The world is divided up into two kinds of people - those who look at their body waste in the toilet bowl, and those who don't.