For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.