I know the ‘There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life. . . .’ passage by heart, and often I say it to myself. For God’s sake, it brings me comfort, and lord knows you’ve got to have a bit of that to get on.

i know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, i’ll go to it laughing

here is a Brand New Fact about me:

after i get out of a movie i basically run through the crowd to get to the parking lot so i don’t have to hear anyone else’s opinion on the movie we just watched.

ok i am very alone.

I tend to like novels about embittered loners who walk around at night and see people laughing and having fun while thinking “Look at all these damn fools!!!”

(‘Moby-Dick,’ ‘Nausea,’ ‘The Stranger,’ ‘Notes From Underground,’ ‘A Confederacy of Dunces’. . . .)

when i am not alone, which isn’t very often, i am surrounded by people who are not asking any questions

If, after death, another planet or dimension or realm or mode of existence awaits me, I hope it’s a hell of a lot better than this place, where the good things disappear far too quickly and everything and everyone eventually lets you down.

The only gain of civilization for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations— and absolutely nothing more.

(notes from underground)

i think my greatest asset is that i don’t pretend to know anything

because i absolutely know nothing

I am once again taking a little pill once a day to ward off the great big nightmare that my brain naturally mass-produces.

And here it what it feels like: a billion tiny fragments of dust and debris and space trash are coalescing into a perfectly smooth moon-like orb which is finally habitable and nice to walk around on.