That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

Eager for bread and love.

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.