How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones."

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

"I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning."

"There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet."

Nothing matters but writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile. . . a stain upon the silence.