There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

You can’t reach the destination which you don’t know. So what’s the use of hard work when you don’t know where it’s taking you?

For what reasons would you waste your time on earth?

It's full of worth and goodness too with manly kindness blent It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent.

War is like love it always finds a way.

We have to hear how [Donald] Trump is the bad guy and Trump poses the problem. And it's just maddening, infuriating. I hear you. I'm totally on the same page with you.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

I believe I have had the most trouble with a portrait which I painted in installments - the head on one canvas and the bust on another.

As a single mum I have to work, so I'm grateful to have the help of a wonderful and trusted nanny like I had when I was young.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

Not that there is anything wrong with confessional songwriting, there are plenty of people that do that I admire. I think it is great; it just isn't how I do things.