I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself