Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

If You Get Depressed, You Can Be Stuck For Months; If You Have An Analyst, You At Least Have A Chance Of Getting Out Of It Faster.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.