I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

I think if I had done anything else I would like to have been a doctor. This is the sort of polar opposition to being a writer, I suppose.

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.