the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning