When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.
That's what friendship means: sharing the prejudice of experience.
The less I needed, the better I felt.
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.