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Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

It was more wonderful than making love with a negro boxer on Mr Singer's billiard table.

Something had been buried that was not yet dead.

We're not really conscious of what we're doing most of the time.

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

If you have only one life, you can't altogether ignore the question: are you enjoying it?

I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.

One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people.

There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.

It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.

The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart.

If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be rhubarb fool, which I make with ginger and a hint of elderflower cordial.

Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.

Why take drugs specifically designed to send you insane?

It's only after the change is fully formed that you can see what's happened.

Time makes us pointless.

What a pair of frauds.

People wonder why you choose certain subjects to write about. The truth is: you don't really. They choose you

These are things that help me if not lose then leave behind, what else, my self.

One of the young officers was playing a piano in the corner, although not all the men were singing the same song.

All that once I'd known, I had forgotten.

But I think if any song can touch the heart, then one should value it.

The nicest characters in 'A Week in December' are, in fact, Muslims - and their religious devotion is one of the things that defines them.

There's no such thing as identity: it's something we have to believe in to make life more tolerable.

I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand.

If you're mad enough to have killed a dozen people you're mad enough to be a fraction impatient. Surely?

I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

How grand, to be a Doctor of whatever and to weigh up and decide people's future.

The thing about opium is that it makes pain or difficulty unimaginable.

Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.

She was so beautiful I had to move away.

Alcohol provokes stupidity; opium provokes wisdom.

He really was a prize ass.

I never for a moment considered killing myself, because it wouldn't have achieved anything.

We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.

I'd become more adept at being with other people; I'd lowered my expectations of them and learned to let my mind drift into neutral when they spoke.

This is how most people live: alive, but not conscious; conscious but not aware; aware, but intermittently.

We're deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can't hear it.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

No, I want to take you out back and beat your fucking head on the floor.

I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be

Grief is a peculiar emotion.

I have a tremendous battle with melancholy and depression.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

The past was suddenly rushing in on me in a way I found hard to fight.

This is not a war, this is a test of how far man can be degraded

He didn't ask himself if she was beautiful, because the physical effect of her presence made the question insignificant.

I believe your stomach tells you what it wants, and I don't think mine asks for anything that unhealthy. I'm a trained health machine.

Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.

That's what opium does to suffering: makes it of hypothetical interest only.

the following September I started at the grammar school. This was in a red-brick building of the kind beloved by Victorian optimists. In

He tried to sleep, but his head was filled with the faces of lunatics, their palsied hands, their shattered eyes.

The thunder of false modesty was deafening.

I felt trapped in a world that I couldn't mould to my own desires. Others were in sunlight; I was in darkness.

The more I heard, the less I knew.

But I can hardly remember what it felt like. It's like everything that happens to you. It doesn't feel real.

The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.

He wrote one more paragraph for his own sake, to see what he had to say.

What I like in novels that I read and enjoy is interplay of theme: the mystery of how we seem to be so separate as human beings.

Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.

We have lived too closely, been through too much. I will not leave you. I cannot, any more than I can leave myself.

I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.

I wonder what it's like to be dead.

The physical shock took away the pain of being.

The Turks moved in the next day and killed everyone in sight, including the staff of the nursing home.

You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.

But you must live your own life eventually. You have one chance only.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

. . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .

There had always seemed to me a frightening amount of chance in the way that people chose their careers.

Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

There is only one life; it is therefore perfect.

If only I could have my time again.

I'm not going to miss all this, am I?

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.

You put your time where your priority is.

There is nothing more sir, than to love and be loved.