...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.