“I was born from nothing and to nothing I will return. And yet, when i say the word nothing, when i admit, at last, 'I am nothing,' i feel mysteriously like something again, ground zero, genesis, the pull of possibilities.”
“And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do to me, to my refuge, yet again.... If I could speak and yet say nothing, really nothing? Then I might escape being gnawed to death.”
“Do they choose to be so dense? Were they born that way? I have no friends. I have nothing. I say nothing. I am nothing. ”
“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
“I know only that it is time for me to be something when I am nothing.”
“I was born with nothing and I still have nothing. And tomorrow is nothing.”