It was a moment that was depthless and inexpressible.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis.
The madness of depression is the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped,
I felt myself no longer a husk but a body with some of the body's sweet juices stirring again. I had my first dream in many months, confused but to this day imperishable, with a flute in it somewhere, and a wild goose, and a dancing girl.