She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

Oh, I am in love with life!

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?