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.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

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

my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way