I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me?I don’t know.And I don’t know how to make it stop.

I do not fear pain.

I'm starting to think you like prisons, " "And that you have the worst taste in men.

No heart can be truly understood. Not even your own.

While we are together, I will never suffer a prison again.

Attend to your own fate.

No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.

One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.

When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.

Lightning has no mercy.

Death and parting are the same.

A balanced dieT to make you die with a tea, consists of holding two bags of cookies on each hand and a voracious hunger to consume.

Good art is art that allows you to enter it from a variety of angles and to emerge with a variety of views.

Do not allow watching food to replace making food.

A large picture can give us images of things, but a relatively small one can best re-create the instantaneous unity of nature as a view - the unity of which the eyes take in at a single glance.

Humans are inscrutable. Infinitely unpredictable. This is what makes them dangerous.

No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.

Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for fortune and fame.

Babbage ... gave the name to the [Cambridge] Analytical Society, which he stated was formed to advocate 'the principles of pure d-ism as opposed to the dot-age of the university.'

I read Carver. Julio Cortázar. Amis's essays. Baldwin. Lorrie Moore. Capote. Saramago. Larkin. Wodehouse. Anything, anything at all, that doesn't sound like me.