There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

... 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.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

There is light somewhere.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving