They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.

The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.

Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

if you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.