...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.
I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.
Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.
Ordinary life bypassed me, but I also bypassed it. It couldn't have been any other way.Conventional life and conventional people are not for me.