But was it worth anything?That’s the hopelessness of it. The openness of it. The part of it I can never understand. I am afraid of ambiguity and certainity and permanence and impermanence. And so is...

What a pity it is that we’ve lived the lives that we’ve lived.

For some people a thing may be right, and for others it may be wrong. There is no greater truth to morality -it is merely an opinion.

In a way, losing hope and losing importance are the same thing. It is that youthful vibrance, that eternal longing and believing, that makes youth so important–if you grow old and lose that without finding...

There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but I lived in a house of cards all my life and...