How we need another soul to cling to.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.