Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

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

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.