I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love I love I love I love but you do not.

I write in longhand and assemble lots of notes, and then I try to collate them into a coherent chronology. It's like groping along in the dark. I like writing and find it challenging, but I don't find it easy.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

Yet the fact had no consciousness of itself except through me.

It's hard to say how we compare to other people. We each inhabit our own personalities. I have often felt that I'm a very neutral being and that I have almost no personality. I'm drawn to writing partly because I'm fascinated by the mimetic process.

For politics is in its essence as Adams had said, the 'systematic organization of hatred': either you were organized or you were not.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.