When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

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.