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"I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful."

"I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world."

"Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it."

"I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?"

"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."

"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between."

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

Following the mirage

"God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? .."

"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings- always darker, emptier and simpler."

"I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me."

"But how could you live and have no story to tell?"

"My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?"