writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.