When you have nothing left but God$$$you have more than enough to start over again.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

Despair is the absolute extreme of self-love. It is reached when a person deliberately turns his back on all help from anyone else in order to taste the rotten luxury of knowing himself to be lost.

Life is a pigsty.

Even I$$$ as sick as I am$$$ I would never be you. Even I$$$ sick and depraved$$$ a traveler to the grave$$$ I would never be you.

Again$$$ I lay awake$$$ and I cried because of waste.

My love$$$ wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

It was a silly age$$$ twenty-five; too old for teenaged dreaming$$$ too young for settling down. Every corner was a possibility and a dead end.

Let your face speak what's in your heart.