... 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.

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

The trouble with a mask is it never changes

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever