Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

I hope that death contains less than this.

the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.