“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.”