It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.