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.

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

Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a day you've got a hired killer who thinks you are god. A dog can't tell a Nazi from a Republican from a Commie from a Democrat and, many times, neither can I.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.