A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

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.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

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

too often, the only escape is sleep