my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

There is light somewhere.

The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

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

It began as a mistake.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.