I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

It's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.