I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

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