So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.