Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

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

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.

My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.