whenever they get a chance, never fear, people make you waste hours and months ... they use you as a wall to bounce their bullshit off of ... blah! and blah! and blahblahblah! ... you put up with it for an hour, you'll need two weeks to recover ... blah! blah!

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

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

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

Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.