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.

I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

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.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.