I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

I hope that death contains less than this.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.