Don't judge me, you could be me in another life.

For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.

Men go crazy in congregation. They only get better one by one.

So just to be truthful to my own sensibility, I need to acknowledge that the season is not all joy and light for a lot of people. It's tough - environmentally, emotionally, spiritually.

My logic's been drowned in a sea of emotion.

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile.

I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.