I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut