Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.

The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.