There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.