The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

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

A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns