Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.

The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in.

She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling

I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.

It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone.

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

That's a very good way to learn the craft of writing - from reading.