Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

My best friends when I was young were always doctors. I used to dress up in a white gauze helmet and go round and see babies born and cadavers cut open. This fascinated me, but I could never bring myself to disciplining myself to the point where I could learn all the details that one has to learn to be a good doctor. This is the sort of opposition: somebody who deals directly with human experiences, is able to cure, to mend, to help, this sort of thing.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.