I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you. |
If I am no longer disturbed myself, I will deal less with disturbed people, but I don't regret having concerned myself with them because I think most of us are disturbed. |
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. |
In memory everything seems to happen to music. |
It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses. |
Just another four letter word |
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going |
Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question |
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose. |
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose. |
Luck is believing you're lucky. |
Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is. |
Make voyages! Attempt them... there's nothing else. |
Maybe they weren't punks at all, but New York drama critics. |
Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other. |