It's easy to write when you've nothing to write about (That is, when you are young).

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

What will survive of us is love.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

Things are tougher than we are, just As earth will always respond However we mess it about.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

Surrendering to who you really are and why you are here may very well change the world.

Habituated from our Infancy to trample upon the Rights of Human Nature, every generous, every liberal Sentiment, if not extinguished, is enfeebled in our Minds.

I really like having someone who knows about food and what goes well together make a meal for me.

All registers which, it is acknowledged, ought to be kept secret, ought certainly never to exist.

The public is never wrong. When people don’t respond to what you do, they’re telling you something loud and clear. You’re just not listening.

Owning a gun in America is one way for conservative white males to demonstrate their anger at crime, liberalism, feminism, and modernity.

The difference between psychiatrists and other mentally disturbed people is something like the relationship between concave and convex madness.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

It's not what you do, it's how you feel while doing it.

she doesn’t really have a sense of humor. I think she’d like to have one—it’s just that she doesn’t quite understand what jokes are for.