‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

It seemed better to delay thinking.

I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought huge quantities. I could feel them wondering why I wasn't dead yet and it made me uncomfortable. They probably weren't thinking any such thing, but then a man gets paranoid when he has 300 hangovers a year.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.