People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

nobody ever finds the one

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.

The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.