God Is Absence. God Is

Hell Is Other People At Breakfast.

The Best Work Is Not What Is Most Difficult For You; It Is What You Do Best.

I Found The Human Heart Empty And Insipid Everywhere Except In Books.

It Would Be Much Better If I Could Only Stop Thinking. Thoughts Are The Dullest Things. Duller Than Flesh. They Stretch Out And There's No End To Them And They Leave A Funny Taste In The Mouth. Then There Are Words, Inside The Thoughts, Unfinished Words, A Sketchy Sentence Which Constantly Returns...it Goes, It Goes ... And There's No End To It. It's Worse Than The Rest Because I Feel Responsible And Have Complicity In It. For Example, This Sort Of Painful Rumination: I Exist, I Am The One Who Keeps It Up. I.

I Can Receive Nothing More From These Tragic Solitudes Than A Little Empty Purity.