With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start.

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.