"God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with
no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to
whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so
rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you
so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its
appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."