Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.