Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.