And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.