I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be

I want to be careful not to throw all this away. This is happiness. I think this is what happiness is. I haven't got it yet, but I can sense it out there. I feel I'm close to it. Some days, I'm so close I can almost smell it.

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.

We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.

I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

The physical shock took away the pain of being.

The thing about opium is that it makes pain or difficulty unimaginable.