I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the testing and the trying of the others, there has been this peculiar rapport, comradeship, of us two so alike, so similar, but for science-boy and humanities-girl - the introspection, self examination, biannual deep summarizing conversations, and then the platonic parting.

Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.