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!

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.