The book really comes to life in the rewriting.

Doctor doctor, what do you say, lets put the id back in yid

There’s no remaking reality... Just take it as it comes. Hold your ground and take it as it comes. There’s no other way.

Dreams? If only they had been! But I don't need dreams, Doctor, that's why I hardly have them—because I have this life instead. With me it all happens in broad daylight!

You have a conscience, and a conscience is a valuable attribute, but not if it begins to make you think you were to blame for what is far beyond the scope of your responsibility.

You put too much stock in human intelligence, it doesn't annihilate human nature.

Writing turns you into somebody who's always wrong. the illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on. What else could? As pathological phenomena go, it doesn't completely wreck your life.