“I’m through with sleep! So what if I go mad? So what if I lose my “ground of being”? I will not be consumed by my “tendencies.” If sleep is nothing more than a periodic repairing of the parts of me that are being worn away, I don’t want it anymore. I don’t need it anymore. My flesh may have to be consumed, but my mind belongs to me. I’m keeping it for myself. I will not hand it over to anyone. I don’t want to be “repaired.” I will not sleep.”
“There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.”
“Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.”
“Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.”
“Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—-and for me, for writing as well.”
“There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.”