The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of
happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it
may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is
individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But
happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.
The End of the Affair
The End of the Affair
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those
who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness,
melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
Ways of Escape
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