... 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.

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.

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

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.