Philosophy is an odd thing... There is no particular Socratic or Dimechian or Kantian way to live your life. They don't offer ethical codes and standards by which to live your life.

I want you to know that you are not alone in your being alone.

I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way.

Knowing what I now know I would never have done anything so fatuous; but then I never would have known what I know now had I not.

Seriousness is no more a guarantee of truth, insight, authenticity or probity, than humour is a guarantee of superficiality and stupidity.

As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.

My father was all brain and little heart.