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

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.