she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.