It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.

Knowledge without follow-through is worse than no knowledge.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.