Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

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

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.