The more I wrote, the more I became a human being. The writing may have seemed monstrous (to some) for it was a violation, but I became a more human individual because of it. I was getting the poison out of my system.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

The purpose of life is to remember.

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions, are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.

have you ever seen a genius out there looking for a job? it's the saddest thing in the world. no one will hire him. there is only one place where he is always welcome- at the bottom.