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.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

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

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

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