You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes one kind.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.