Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

Death is the only real elegance.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.