If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too

I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living

Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?

You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.

Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life.

Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You too are alone, but you are not like Arturo Bandini, who is neither fish, fowl nor good red herring. So have your champagne, because I love you both, and you too, Vivian, even if your mouth looks like it had been dug out with raw fingernails and your old child's eyes swim in blood written like mad sonnets.

I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.