If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.