You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.

The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written.

If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time

Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself

My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.