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I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the world I am aware that life was never... →
Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.
But death's acquisitive instincts will win.
Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can't think of any other place I'd rather die than here.
God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real... →
It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but... →
I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while... →
I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's... →
I was always crazy about New York, dependent on it, scared of it - well, it is dangerous - but beyond that there was the pressure of being young and... →
It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is... →
I look upon another's insistence on the merits of his or her life - duties, intellect, accomplishment - and see that most of it is nonsense.
Almost the first thing I did when I became ill was to buy a truly good television set.
Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.
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