Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.