I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

I do not know who I am tonight.

As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.