Occupation: Writer Birth: September 7, 1921 Death: July 24, 1993
But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear, pain, loneli….
It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the univ….
What happened was simple, even banal: I became naked, died, lost parts of my flesh and most of my ego along with a few illusions such as a belief in ….
Who doesn't have a dark place somewhere inside him that comes out sometimes when he's looking in a mirror? Dark and light, we are all made out of sha….
The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I had the books I could convince m….
The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against the very….
Alcohol was for people who basically wished to be dead but lacked the courage to kill themselves..