The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Is there no way out of the mind?

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.