I hate fishes, they all look so miserable. 3 seconds later they will forget. And then I envy them.

I already accepted that I relate to nothing. The more I gain, the more lonely it is I know I'm like a ghost.

I wonder whats wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self destruction. Like as if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear.

I cried, for happiness, for sadness, but most of all, for emptiness.

No more running away from something or someone or myself.

I usually want to die or do nothing.

In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars ...

Asking a parent not to be a parent is like asking the sun not to be hot or snow not to be cold.

He that is not with me is against me.

It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.

Contrary to popular belief, I have always had a wonderful repertoire with my players.

Every now and then, I strike something that just goes click, you know, in my head. As Gertrude Stein used to say, it rings the bell, and I feel, this is great.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

In the designs of Providence, there are no mere coincidences.

For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.

God sends us the poor to try us.... And he that refuses them a little out of the great deal that God has given lays up poverty in store for his own posterity.