Doldrums, n

The proper verb for depression is sink.

It'll be no us their putting their heads down and saying, "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say, "Who am I then? Tell me first, and then if I like being that person, I'll come up, if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else."

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out everyone,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The only thing you have to decide is what to do with time that is given to you.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

Mot Friedrich Nietzsces valgsprog: Lev farlig! har jeg alltid med ubønnhørlig konsekvens satt Bernhard Borges ord: Lev koselig!