“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”

“Albert Camus did not know he was summing up modern photojournalism when he wrote:"Will I kill myself or have a cup of coffee”

“They can kill the Kennedys. Why can't they make a cup of coffee that tastes good?”

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”

“One more cup of coffee for the roadOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go.To the valley below.”

“I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all?Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage?Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?”