The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

The breath that sharpens life is life itself.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any - after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?