we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.

The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.