There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.