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

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

I hope that death contains less than this.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

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.

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.