What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

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

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.