I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.
I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson.
I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.
There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.