I pass through tragedy, and imitate a crucifix. Religion never helped the man who thought he was not God, but I must be, because what else is left to me?

Raskolnikoff had half my sense of guilt

Oskar Matzerath was the bigger person

Josef K knew more about his world than I

Stanley Kowalski had less demons in his mind

This hopelessness, and this great sense of pain. This anger, this that soon will come again: the frenzied inertia and the apathetic zeal, this all must make me God.

If only of that which is not real