I'm planning a catastrophe.

Except for a couple of hours in the morning which I passed in the company of a sage I stayed in bed without food only a few mouthfuls of water “you are a fine looking old man” I said to myself in the mirror “and what is more you have the correct attitude You don’t care if it ends or if it goes on And as for the women and the music there will be plenty of that in Paradise” Then I went to the Mosque of Memory to express my gratitude

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

Adam [Cohen] is a great singer-songwriter in his own right.

I've always held the song in high regard because songs have got me through so many sinks of dishes and so many humiliating courting events.

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

Pay attention to the cracks, because that's where the light gets in.