There are certain advantages in being cursed by all and sundry ... especially, it dispenses you with having to be nice to anybody ... there's nothing more emollient, stultifying, emasculating than wanting to be liked ... "not nice!" ... that does it, you're free!.

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

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

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.

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