To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

The masses are always wrong...Wisdom is doing everything the crowd does not do. All you do is reverse the totality of their learning and you have the heaven they're looking for.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.