Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

Whenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I went.

...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse.