"If only one had something to eat, just a little, on such a clear day!" —Part 1, page 7

"God had poked His finger down into m nerves and gently, almost without thinking, bought a little confusion among those threads. And God had pulled His finger back, and behold—there were filaments and fine root-like threads on His finger from the threads of my nerves." —Part 1, page 22

"It was like a vein opening, one word followed the other, arranged themselves in the right order, created situations; scene piled upon scene, actions and conversations welled up in my brain, and a strange sense of pleasure took hold of me. I wrote as if possessed, and filled one page after the other without a moment's pause." —Part 1, page 36

"Now a brutal rage blazed up in me. I took my parcel from the entry, ground my teeth, ran into...