Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.