I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.