The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

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

A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

the tigers have found me and I do not care.