You've only got so long to live.

The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

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

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

I am myself. That is not enough.