You know what lies are for.
I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.
I like people too much or not at all.
I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneryโair, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.