If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died.

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.