To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

People avenge themselves for the favors done them.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them.

The novel can't compete with cars, the movies, television, and liquor. A guy who's had a good feed and tanked up on good wine gives his old lady a kiss after supper and his day is over. Finished.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.

To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.