“The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust”

“Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.”

“the churn of stale words in the heart againlove love love thud of the old plungerpestling the unalterablewhey of words”

“Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.”

“I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.”

“Old endgame lost of old, play and lose and have done with losing.”

“Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.”