The end of a life is always vivifying.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.