And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

one more creature dizzy with love

He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.