If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

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.

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

Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.