Dieting makes me want to murder everyone around me.
The depressed person was in terrible and unceasing pain, and the impossibility of sharing or articulating this pain was itself a component of the pain and a contributing factor in its essential horror.
God, what a ghastly enterprise to be in, though-and what an odd way to achieve success. I’m an exhibitionist who wants to hide, but is unsuccessful at hiding; therefore, somehow I succeed.
If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.
Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.
There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.
And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.
Please learn the pragmatics of expressing fear: sometimes words that seem to express really invoke. This can be tricky.
Entertainment provides relief. Art provokes engagement.
That what appears to be egoism so often isn’t.
Do this: hate him for me after I die. I beg you. Dying request.
She took a sort of abject pride in her mecilessness toward herself.
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.
Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover’s mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.
I don’t want to hurt myself. I want to stop hurting.
If you’ve never wept and want to, have a child.
He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.
I believe I want adult sanity, which seems to me the only unalloyed form of heroism available today.
No single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.
It’s probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.