We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

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

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

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!

great books are the ones we need

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.