if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

this time has finished me.

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

This incompleteness is all we have.

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.