Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

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.

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

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.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.