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

and love is a word used too much and much too soon.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.

The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.