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

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds