(Precocious children rarely grow up good). My aunts and uncles thought me quite atrocious. For using words more adult than I should.

You have to die a few times before you actually live.

Looking up at the stars$$$ I know quite well<br>That$$$ for all they care$$$ I can go to hell$$$<br>But on earth indifference is the least<br>We have to dread from man or beast.

I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say$$$ or what they want to do mostly with my time.

The religious definition of truth is not that it is universal but that it is absolute.

Our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter.

The critical opinions of a writer should always be taken with a large grain of salt. For the most part$$$ they are manifestations of his debate with himself as to what he should do next and what he should avoid.

Love was lightning and remembrance.

Distracted from distraction by distraction.

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.