Governments tend not to solve problems$$$ only to rearrange them.

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

You should have died when I killed you.

Nothing is stronger than habit.

After all$$$ if you make your enemy look like a fool$$$ you lose the justification for engaging him.

By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew$$$ and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of stars.

The house is a machine for living in.

We would follow Arthur to the very gates of Hell and beyond if he asked it. And that is the solitary truth.

Music is like a drug$$$ but there are no rehabilitation centres.