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

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.