I Am Too Pure For You Or

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.

I Love People. Everybody. I Love Them, I Think, As A Stamp Collector Loves His Collection. Every Story, Every Incident, Every Bit Of Conversation Is Raw Material For Me.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

If I Rest, If I Think Inward, I Go Mad.

I Buried My Head Under The Darkness Of The Pillow And Pretended It Was Night. I Couldn't See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.