I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.