“I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.”

“I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!”

“Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?”

“You have to aspire to everything to have hopes of doing something.”

“Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.”

“Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.”

“I do not think, therefore I am a moustache”