One must never set up a murder. They must happen unexpectedly, as in life.

I recall drinking sherry in California and dreaming of England, where I ate dalmoth and dreamed of Delhi. What is the purpose, I wonder, of all this restlessness? I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

If a man never contradicts himself, the reason must be that he virtually never says anything at all.

Whether we eat, sleep, work, play, whatever we do life contains dissatisfaction, pain. If we enjoy pleasure, we are afraid to lose it; we strive for more and more pleasure or try to contain it. If we suffer pain we want to escape it. We experience dissatisfaction all the time. All activities contain dissatisfaction or pain, continuously.

All man's troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.

The darkness, the loop of negative thoughts on repeat, clamours and interferes with the music I hear in my head.