I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.