“Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.”

“As incompetent in life as in death, I loathe myself and in this loathing I dream of another life, another death. And for having sought to be a sage such as never was, I am only a madman among the mad.”

“People have told me that everything about me, every facet of my life, psyche, experiences, dreams, and fears, are laid out explicitly in my writing, that from the corpus of my work I can be absolutely and precisely inferred. This is true.”

“I had devoted too much of my life to this utterly irrational game. I would chuck the whole thing and take to Strindberg for amusement.”

“Love breaks my
bones and I
laugh”

“I have the hatred of apartheid in my bones…”

“I used to say that I spent half my life breaking bones on the rugby field, then the other half putting them back together in the operating theatre.”

“I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics
for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh.
I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me.
The word and the thought are over.”

“Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.”

“I haven't got a racist bone in my little finger.”