What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.

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

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

We all are born mad. Some remain so.