nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile! why don't you ever smile?" and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it. To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.