The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
I’ll never speak to God again.
The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind.
I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.
I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.
I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.