Man Is What He Wills Himself To

I Think That Is The Big Danger In Keeping A Diary: You Exaggerate Everything.

I’ve Dropped Out Of Their Hearts Like A Little Sparrow Fallen From Its Nest. So Gather Me Up, Dear, Fold Me To Your Heart – And You’ll See How Nice I Can Be.

Naturally, In The Course Of My Life I Have Made Lots Of Mistakes, Large And Small, For One Reason Or Another, But At The Heart Of It All, Every Time I Made A Mistake It Was Because I Was Not Radical Enough.

Words Are Loaded Pistols.

You See, The Contemporary Writer Must Write Through His Intimations Of Unease, While Trying To Elucidate Them.