Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.