I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.