The Human Race Is Not Very Admirable.

Are We Not All Desperate One Way Or Another?

I Like Animals Because They Are Not Consciously Cruel And Don't Betray Each Other.

I Shudder At The Very Thought Of Being Born Again Into This World. Life To Me . . . Has Been A Monstrous, Painful, Agonizing Affair, And The Idea Of Repeating Such An Existence - Even If Better In A Way - Is Horrifying To Me. . . . I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It.

I Have Written Two Medical Novels. I Have Never Studied Medicine, Never Seen An Operation

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.