All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.
My life so far has been a long series of things I wasn't ready for.
I've found the secret of happiness, total disregard of everybody.
Life is a process of losing our illusions, until we finally lose the illusion that we're alive.
I recently had my problems on the run, but now they've re-grouped, and are making another attack.
Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.