no one dies happy, you can only die well

I looked at the ceiling and wished this life was over. This unhappy life that had started out so confidently. I thought I would sleep no more that night but eventually I did. In the end we always wear out our worries. That's what Wire man says.

Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. It’s night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way it’s blowing now, we lose the power. But for now it’s on, and so let’s talk very honestly about fear. Let’s talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madnessand... and perhaps over the edge.

He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.