I Am Made, Crudely, For Success.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow, The Million Moving Shapes And Cul-de-sacs Of Shadow. There Was Shadow In Bureau Drawers And Closets And Suitcases, And Shadow Under Houses And Trees And Stones, And Shadow At The Back Of People's Eyes And Smiles, And Shadow, Miles And Miles And Miles Of It, On The Night Side Of The Earth.

I Had Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover.

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.