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

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.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.