Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.