And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.