Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.