He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.

If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.

The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.' 'I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self.' He turned. 'You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tragedy.'

I just think of things as beautiful or not. Can't you understand? I don't think of good or bad. Just of beautiful or ugly. I think a lot of nice things are ugly and a lot of nasty things are beautiful.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.