I wondered what I thought I was burying.

I think if I had done anything else I would like to have been a doctor. This is the sort of polar opposition to being a writer, I suppose.

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed and intelligent mind.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.