Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.