you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.