It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

too often, the only escape is sleep

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.