You Don't Remember Days, You Remember Moments.

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

Here's The Difficulty About Suicide: It Is An Act Of Ambition That Can Be Committed Only When One Has Passed Beyond Ambition.

The Whole Problem Of Life, Then, Is This: How To Break Out Of One's Own Loneliness, How To Communicate With Others.

The Man Who Cannot Live With Charity, Sharing Other Men's Pain, Is Punished By Feeling His Own With Intolerable Anguish.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.