Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.