I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. The poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.

I luxuriate in suddenly letting go and crying my insides out.

The loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything."

Don't let indolence, the forerunner of death, take over.

There sits no higher court than man's red heart.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

Is there no way out of the mind?

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

Everywhere, things are passing, ending, going. And there will be other summers, other band concerts, but never this one, never as now.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

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I am living now in a kind of present hell, and god knows what ceremonies of life or love can patch the havoc wrought.

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I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.