I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Is there no way out of the mind?
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
I am too pure for you or anyone.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.