I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.