As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

have a wider range as a human being than as a writer. (With some writers, it’s the opposite.) Only a fraction of me is available to be turned into art.

There are people in the world.

“The gift” has meant to me: I wouldn’t buy this for myself (it’s nice, a luxury, not necessary) but I buy it for you. Denial of self.

Loving = the sensation of being in an intense form Like pure oxygen (as distinct from air)