I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.