I hope nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.
I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.[J’ai toujours eu plus peur d’une plume, d’une bouteille d’encre et d’une feuille de papier que d’une épée ou d’un pistolet.]
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.[Je ne tiens pas assez à la vie pour craindre la mort.]
I am scared easily, here is a list of my adrenaline production: 1. Little children; 2. Policemen; 3. High places; 4. That my next movie will not be as good as the last one.
How much I missed simply because I was afraid of missing it.[Quanta coisa perdi por medo de perder.]
He who possesses most must be most afraid of loss.[Chi piv possiede piv debbe temere di nó perdere.]
He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.[Qui craint de souffrir, il souffre desia de ce qu’il craint.]
Frightened people live in their own special hell. You could say they make it themselves, but they can’t help it. It’s the way they’re built. They deserve sympathy and compassion.
