For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change.

Every word is autobiographical, and every word is fiction.

You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence.

If I knew how much you loved me, I would’ve shot you sooner.

Naked Lunch was from about a thousand pages of material. A lot of it overflowed, then, into the cut-up trilogy including Nova Express.

Human, Allen, is an adjective, and its use as a noun is in itself regrettable.

The beautiful disease and The government falls along the weed rooms flesh along the weed government.