“What is one ever doing anywhere?”
“One would think a writer would be happy here -- if a writer is ever happy anywhere.”
“What I can't do anywhere is be with you.”
“What did you do with memories, feelings, needs, that didn’t belong anywhere?”
“Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.”
“It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive stage to know love for what it actually is: a perpetual discovery, and immersion in the waters of reality, an unending re-creation.”