Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.