I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly want money. I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything. The thought of being something didn't only appall me, it sickened me . . . To do things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day . . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.