Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.