I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.