Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

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.

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.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.