Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.