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

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.