. . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .

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

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

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

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 never for a moment considered killing myself, because it wouldn't have achieved anything.

They're so attached to their patterns that they've forgotten rule number one of human behavior: there are no patterns. People just do things. There's no such things as a coherent and fully integrated human personality, let alone consistent motivation.