I do not fear it: I have been there.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

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.