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.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.