I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is

the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.