You know what lies are for.

And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.

The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.