Life is not long at all, never long enough, but days are very long indeed.
My definition of what makes a journey wholly or partially horrible is boredom.
Nothing is better for self-esteem than survival.
Officialdom is hostile to inquiring outsiders.
I tell you loneliness is the thing to master. Courage and fear, love, death are only parts of it and can easily be ruled afterwards. If I make myself master my own loneliness there will be peace or safety: and perhaps these are the same.
People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.