I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.