don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

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 only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.