Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

I do not know who I am tonight.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.