Was I asleep? Had I slept?

People are bloody ignorant apes.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

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

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

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

Enough to know no knowing.