Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night.

Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.