It began as a mistake.

We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.

how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.