Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.

Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.

I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.

People never explain to you exactly what they think and feel and how their thoughts and feelings work, do they? They don't have time. Or the right words. But that's what books do. It's as though your daily life is a film in the cinema. It can be fun, looking at those pictures. But if you want to know what lies behind the flat screen you have to read a book. That explains it all.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.