I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.

I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.

purple does something strange to me