When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination-indeed, everything and anything except me.

Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

Play the game, but don't believe in it.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.