There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.