Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

I'd seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I'd better go out, I said to myself, I'd better go out again.

All great innovations are built on rejections.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that's why it's usually depressing and disgusting to look at.

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.