It's not what happens to us that defines us. It's what we choose to do with what happens to us that defines us.

Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.

I must spin good ghosts out of my hope to oppose the hordes at my window. If those who look in see me condescend to barricade the door, they will know too much and crowd in to overcome me.

I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.

Work is the only only only remedy for life: for happiness, for interest, for stability, for security. Hard, willed work. Oh work!

Vanity is a vital aid to nature: completely and absolutely necessary to life. It is one of nature's ways to bind you to the earth.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.