I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.

Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.

to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn't know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.

I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly want money. I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything. The thought of being something didn't only appall me, it sickened me . . . To do things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day . . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.

To be young is the only religion.