I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

I guess you go for nothing, if you really want to go that far.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.