The physical shock took away the pain of being.

Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories and the things that make me what I am in the eyes of other people, the list of facts that make my life ... They could be mine, they might be yours.

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people.

I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand.

I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.