“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”

“I am. I am. I am.”

“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection.”

“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”

“How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thoughts.”

“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”

“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”

“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a writer.”

“I never feel so alone as when I’m surrounded by people.”

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”

“Is there no way out of the mind?”

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.”

“I am too pure for you or anyone.”

“Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.”

“I don’t know exactly what I am trying to say, but I mean it.”

“I’m so hungry for everything life has to offer.”

“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”

“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”

“Oh, how I wish I was more than the size of my own self. I wish I could contain an area larger than my body.”

“I shut myself in my room alone and draw, and draw, and the hours go by and I forget the world outside.”

“I am vertically and horizontally mobile.”

“I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.”

“I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”

“I am submerged by my creatures.”