People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.