I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

Last year nothing happenedThe year before nothing happenedAnd the year before that nothinghappened.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

Even if Mary gives birth to a child who is not her husband's, if she has a shining pride, they become a holy mother and child.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!

A clever person solves a problem

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.

If you can strike the cord of consistency on the guitar of life, the world will dance to your music of greatness

At age 11 in 1960, I moved to an academic state secondary school, Harrow County Grammar School for Boys.

Our history is not our destiny.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

In this country, a smart leader is suspect. That's just the way it is. Even George Bush's father, who was a lot smarter than the son, had to sort of prove that he wasn't that bright.

Lennox Lewis, I'm coming for you man. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!

I would also like to mention pianists like Michel Petrucciani or Chick Сorea for whom I have great admiration in the jazz field.

A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage.