it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.