Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

The wisdom to quit is all we have left.

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.

An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

There were always men looking for jobs in America. There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a writer. Almost everybody was a writer. Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. Of those fifty guys in the room, probably fifteen of them thought they were writers. Almost everybody used words and could write them down, i.e., almost everybody could be a writer. But most men, fortunately, aren't writers, or even cab drivers, and some men - many men - unfortunately aren't anything.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty