Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

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.