If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

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.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

I woke to the sound of rain.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.