Grief is a peculiar emotion.

You put your time where your priority is.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.

The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

I like a man who can be a real friend, has a good sense of humor, a good pair of shoes and a healthy gold card.

I never understood why women wanted equality in the workplace when in fact, that would be selling them short.

Art should be an oasis: a place or refuge from the hardness of life.

I'd rather stay asleep than have to learn all those frightening secrets.

Lets nail it down, lets get it right.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all.

I have never seen a bad television program, because I refuse to. God gave me a mind, and a wrist that turns things off.

There are situations in which hope and fear run together, in which they mutually destroy one another and lose themselves in dull indifference.

Everyone has an equal right to inequality.

Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.