My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
A spirit stronger than myself has always whipped me to action.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
So often we need a whole lifetime in order to change our life, we think a great deal, weigh things up and vacillate, then we go back to the beginning, we think and think, we displace ourselves on the tracks of time with a circular movement, like those clouds of dust, dead leaves, debris, that have no strength for anything more, better by far that we should live in a land of hurricanes.
Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.
Life is an effort that deserves a better cause.
An individual has not begun to live until he can rise above the narrow horizons of his particular individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity. And this is one of the big problems of life, that so many people never quite get to the point of rising above self. And so they end up the tragic victims of self-centeredness. They end up the victims of distorted and disrupted personality.
The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.
When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.
Life, and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison, is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.