take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt

When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.

stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.