Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.

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

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.