Standing by the frozen glass, he stared down at the icy, barely lit streets running towards the river Seine, the bell-clanging local church, then to the sky like black lead. ("Israbel")

In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic canister without breaking stride.

If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.

Still, not much of a reason to live, is it? The fear of being punished for killing yourself.

Suffering raises up those souls that are truly great; it is only small souls that are made mean-spirited by it.

I had a system, and the system worked.

[Democrats] are trying on every front to increase the role of government.

We say of an animal that it is intelligent, and we say the same thing of a woman; but in neither case is it usually appropriate, clearly for very different reasons.

In a world of plenty, continued suffering is a terrible stain on our conscience. It is inexcusable that we not strive, with every resource at our disposal, to eliminate suffering.

Such is the life of a man. Moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sadness. There's no need to tell the children that.

My parents have always been very respectful of me so I’ve always been really respectful of them. My worst fear is to let them down so that’s why I don’t misbehave.