If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

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.

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?