First, I Write Down All

I Want To Stop. I Want To Stay On Fårö, And Read The Books I Haven’t Read, Find Out Things I Haven’t Yet Found Out. I Want To Write Things I Haven’t Written. To Listen To Music, And Talk To My Neighbors. To Live Together With My Wife A Very Calm, Very Secure, Very Lazy Existence, For The Rest Of My Life.

It's A Strange Thing That Every Human Being Has A Sort Of Dignity Or Wholeness In Him, And Out Of That Develops Relationships To Other Human Beings, Tensions, Misunderstandings, Tenderness, Coming In Contact, Touching And Being Touched, The Cutting Off Of A Contact And What Happens Then.

Well, We're Grasping For Two Things At Once. Partly For Communion With Others - That's The Deepest Instinct In Us. And Partly, We're Seeking Security. By Constant Communion With Others We Hope We Shall Be Able To Accept The Horrible Fact Of Our Total Solitude.

The Individualists Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Yet Deny The Existence Of Each Other.

Everything Is Worth Precisely As Much As A Belch, The Difference Being That A Belch Is More Satisfying.