Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

I say money has no value; it's just the way you spend it.

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.

There were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp.

Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see.

Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.