Being In Love Is An Exhausting Business.

We Are All Prisoner, But The Name Of Our Cure Is Not Freedom

Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

There Is A Gulf Fixed Between Those Who Can Sleep And Those Who Cannot. It Is One Of The Greatest Divisions Of The Human Race.

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.