I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

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

This incompleteness is all we have.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.