You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

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

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.