And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

-You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... -To lay her cards out on the table.

I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

Mendacity is a system that we live in," declares Brick. "Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.