Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into

It's Impossible To Defend Oneself In The Absence Of Goodwill

Sometimes I'd Like To Stuff All Jews (myself Included) Into The Drawer Of A Laundry Basket. Then Open It To See If They've Suffocated

What Am I Doing Here In This Endless Winter?

Always First Draw Fresh Breath After Outbursts Of Vanity And Complacency.

I Can Prove At Any Time That My Education Tried To Make Another Person Out Of Me Than The One I Became. It Is For The Harm, Therefore, That My Educators Could Have Done Me In Accordance With Their Intentions That I Reproach Them; I Demand From Their Hands The Person I Now Am, And Since They Cannot Give Him To Me, I Make Of My Reproach And Laughter A Drumbeat Sounding In The World Beyond.