Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.