It's not what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts.

In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.

I was once thrown out of a mental hospital for depressing the other patients.

I could never have a mistress, because I couldn't bear to tell the story of my life all over again.

There are two sides to every question: my side and the wrong side.

It'd be nice to please everyone but I thought it would be more interesting to have a point of view.

Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.