And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness