People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.

When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.

soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.