I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

I was in love again. I was in trouble

Without literature, life is hell.