The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

That penny farthing hell you call your mind

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.