We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.