That The World I Was In Could

An Ugly Thing, That Is What You Are When You Become A Tourist, An Ugly, Empty Thing, A Stupid Thing, A Piece Of Rubbish Pausing Here And There To Gaze At This And Taste That, And It Will Never Occur To You That The People Who Inhabit The Place In Which You Have Just Paused Cannot Stand You.

Children Like Their Mothers Especially To Be Standing Still And Watching Them, Even If They Are Sleeping. At Least That's How I Felt. There's Nothing Wrong With The Self-interest Of Children; It's Just The Way They Are.

I Understood That I Was Inventing Myself, And That I Was Doing This More In The Way Of A Painter Than In The Way Of A Scientist. I Could Not Count On Precision Or Calculation; I Could Only Count On Intuition.

I Didn't Think Of Myself As An Outsider Because Of My Race Because... Where I Grew Up I Was The Same Race As Almost Everyone Else... It Is True That I Noticed Things That No One Else Seemed To Notice. And I Think Only People Who Are Outsiders Do This.

I Wish That I Could Love Someone So Much That I Would Die From It.