I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

The less I needed, the better I felt.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!