“How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How nice-to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How’s the patient?” asked Derby.“Dead to the world.”“But not actually dead.”“No.”“How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it. ”
“If you can't stand your own company alone in a room for long hours, or, when it gets tough, the feeling of being in a locked cell, or, when it gets tougher still, the vague feeling of being buried alive--then don't be a writer.”