Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around for the buildup until you could write and while you were waiting you went crazy, and while you were going crazy you drank and the more you drank the crazier you got.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire