Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"Alone, alone. I am alone – I ache … Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, I’m here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"I’m now writing out of rage — and I feel a kind of Nietzschean elation. It’s tonic. I roar with laughter. I want to denounce everybody, tell everybody off. I go to my typewriter as I might go to my machine gun. But I’m safe. I don’t have to face the consequences of ‘real’ aggressivity. I’m sending out colis piégés ['booby-trapped packages'] to the world."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"If one could amputate part of one's consciousness..."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"One can never ask anyone to change a feeling."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980