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

I do not fear it: I have been there.

I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.