You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.

I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.