“With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.”

You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

People are bloody ignorant apes.

Better hope deferred than none.

All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

There’s never an end for the sea.

My mistakes are my life.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

There is a certain kind of light that only comes from having been through a certain kind of darkness.

A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

I’m drawn between the light and dark.