Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.