I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.