Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

And then the days came when I was alone.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

Quite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand....How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred years this time, miss....

May you tear each other to bits, you damned hyenas, and the quicker the better. Let it be destroyed. Let it happen. Let it end, this cold insanity.

I'm always looking to the future and what will next be on the horizon.

Surely, you go to the theater because you want to have a great evening in the theater.

My girlfriend is despicable. I just found out she flirted with my brother, during my mom's funeral, while I was asleep.

There's nothing wrong with being happy somewhere, even if it's the little pond you grew up in, as long as you are in fact comfortable vs. bored.

If you ran a delicatessen store, you would want to be the best delicatessen store, wouldn't you? Well, that's how I feel about the Yankees.

I think that fear of embarrassment is the essence of the human challenge.

The fact is fossil fuel carbon will stay in the surface climate system for millennia.

To be believed make the truth unbelievable.

I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.

I'm successful in spite of my past, not because of it!