some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

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

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.

..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been for a long time. Writers only like to sniff their own turds. I am one of those. I don't even like to talk to writers, look at them or worse, listen to them. And the worst is to drink with them, they slobber all over themselves, really look piteous, look like they are searching for the wing of the mother. I'd rather think about death than about other writers. Far more pleasant.

a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )