I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.