Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.