Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don't know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.