When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.