Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

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

I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D., a professor, and all that, one side of me certainly does respect all disciplines, as long as they don't ossify.

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.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.