Lunatics are writers whose works write them.

The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

I think it's natural for youth to be drawn to newness: The world is still new for them.

maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it

When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.

Act', implores the Ghost of Future Regret. 'I shan't give you another chance'. [and so Jacob does] 'Damned fool,' groans the Demon of Present Regret. 'What have you done?

Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.