But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown . . . I’ve tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

You've only got so long to live.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.