I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death.

Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.

The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

And you treat me wonderfully and keep all your promises.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it.

He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.