Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.
Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.
If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.
Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything
I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.
My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.