Chin up, Ferdinand," I kept saying to myself, to keep up my courage. "What with being chucked out of everywhere, you're sure to find whatever it is that scares all those bastards so. It must be at the end of the night, and that's why they're so dead set against going to the end of the night.

Life must go on, even if it's no joke...just pretend to believe in the future.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.