You've only got so long to live.

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

I’ll never speak to God again.

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.