He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation.

I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.