...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in the power to communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

It is the duty of the writer to describe.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

What a comfort is friendship in this world.