A good poem about failure is a success.

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.

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

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

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.