My diary seems to keep me whole.
Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.
This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.