I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

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.

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.