Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others?

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.

For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.

The day came. The wrath descended. Sin, guilt, and retribution? The manic psychoses of those entities we referred to as states, institutions, systems - the powers, the thrones, the dominations - the things which perpetually merge with men and emerge from them? Our darkness, externalized and visible? However you look upon these matters, the critical point was reached. The wrath descended.

If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.