He asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge. writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers." "are you desperate?" "I don't know.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.

Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with.

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

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

The trouble with a mask is it never changes