I have starved and it isn't nearly as bad as is generally supposed. Four days and a half was my longest stretch. Maybe there are pains that come later. Personally I think terror is the painful part of starvation.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers.

The warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

The words are meaningless except in terms of feeling. Does anyone act as the result of thought or does feeling stimulate action and sometimes thought implement it.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.