Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

To be alive and to be a ‘writer’ is enough.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.