Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

Fiction is an improvement on life