When you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both, it's health. If everything is simply jake, then you're frightened of death

Dear Mr Skully, I have caught my neck in a mangle and will be indisposed for eternity. Yours in death S.D.

Rid the mind of knowledge when looking for pleasure. Or start thinking and find a lot of pain.

You know, there must be happiness somewhere, when a lawyer dies.

And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.

I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.

Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.