There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

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