Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

In the 1970s, British food was beginning to get good, whereas in France it was just starting its long, sad decline. My most memorable meals, however, have been in Italy.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a time when they decided that because not every kid in the class could understand or remember those things they wouldn't teach them anymore because it wasn't fair on the less good ones. So they withheld knowledge. Then I suppose the next lot of teachers didn't have the knowledge to withhold.

Why take drugs specifically designed to send you insane?