My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

for a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone until I get as much as the average man has had

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.