The Limited Circle Is Pure.

Isolation Is A Way To Know Ourselves.

There Art Two Cardinal Sins From Which All Others Spring: Impatience And Laziness.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.

My Job Is Unbearable To Me Because It Conflicts With My Only Desire And My Only Calling, Which Is Literature. Since I Am Nothing But Literature And Can And Want To Be Nothing Else, My Job Will Never Take Possession Of Me, It May, However, Shatter Me Completely, And This Is By No Means A Remote Possibility.

I Am More Uncertain Than I Ever Was; I Feel Only The Power Of Life. And I Am Senselessly Empty.