My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison:

Perhaps When We Find Ourselves Wanting Everything, It Is Because We Are Dangerously Close To Wanting Nothing.

Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

I Wanted To Tell Her That If Only Something Were Wrong With My Body It Would Be Fine, I Would Rather Have Anything Wrong With My Body Than Something Wrong With My Head, But The Idea Seemed So Involved And Wearisome That I Didn’t Say Anything. I Only Burrowed Down Further In The Bed.