Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.