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.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

We use such big words to move nowhere.