I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.