People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.

Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.