I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.

There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning