In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.

People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them.

Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you.

Women always have some mental reservation.

When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.