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.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

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

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.