I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.
I never wish to be easily defined.
I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.