our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it. To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.