Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
I lie as truthfully as I can.
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.