Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.

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.

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

For your information, a good novel can change the world. Keep that in mind before you attempt to sit down at a typewriter. Never waste time on something you don't believe in yourself.

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

Literary criticism is generally bunk. Nonsense. Usually based on self-serving post-intellectual bullshit.

Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.