Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new...

The time came to put Iris Duarte back on the plane.It was a morning flight which made it difficult. I wasused to rising at noon; it was a fine cure for hangoversand would add 5...

Without literature, life is hell.

all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.

the grace is being able to like rock music,symphony music, jazz …anything that contains the original energy ofjoy.

of one hundred movies there’s one that is fair, one that’s good and ninety eight that are very bad. most movies start badly and steadily get worse

Where had they learned to converse and to dance? I couldn’t converse or dance. Everybody knew something I didn’t know. The girls looked so good, the boys so handsome. I would be too terrified to...

I had never been a dresser. My shirts were all faded and shrunken, 5 or 6 years old, threadbare. My pants the same. I hated department stores, I hated the clerks, they acted so superior,...

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you

if you think they didn’t go crazy in tiny rooms just like you’re doing now without women without food without hope then you’re not ready.

It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter...

Then came the Christmas party. That was December 24th. There were to be drinks, food, music, dancing. I didn’t like parties. I didn’t know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties....

MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN! Don’t be silly. He’s an obvious sadist, I said.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

My ambition is handicapped by laziness

Nessuno trova mai la persona giusta.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtypingin thebeginning

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

Ne të gjithë jemi duke shkuar për të vdekur, të gjithë ne, çfarë cirku! Kjo vetë duhet të na bëjë ta duam njëri-tjetrin, por kjo nuk e bën. Ne jemi të terrorizuar dhe të rrafshuar...

there’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadseems themost sensiblethinga person can doissitwith drink inhandas the wallswavetheir goodbyesmilesone comes throughit allwith a certain amount ofefficiency andbraverythenleavessome acceptthe possibility ofGodto help themgetthroughotherstake itstaight onand...

when you’re younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourbones;when you’re oldit’s justa pair of shoeswithoutanybodyin themandjust aswell.

Most so-called brave people lack imagination. As though they can’t conceive of what would happen if something went wrong. The truly brave overcome their imagination and do what they have to do.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now...

Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then there was...

To me, nudity is a joke. I don’t think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be...

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.

Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.

You bitch,” I whispered, “I love you.” Then I came.

There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H....

all theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believe but believe is agraveyard. we have narrowed it down tothe butcherknife and themockingbird wish usluck.

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

Don’t you go to the movies?””Mostly just to eat popcorn in the dark.

People need me. I fill them. If they can’t see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It’s hard to feed without...

Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don’t know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don’t like the clean-shaven...

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread

The nights you fight best arewhen all the weapons are pointed at you,when all the voices hurl their insultswhile the dream is being strangled.The nights you fight best arewhen reason gets kicked in the gut,when...

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when...

great books are the ones we need

People lack originality.

I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give – its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.

And it seems people should not build houses anymoreit seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floorsunder electric lightswithout shades;it seems there is a lot to forgetand a lot not...

When I get down to my last dime I’ll just walk over to skid row.””There are some real weirdos down there.””They’re everywhere.

You have to die a few times before you can reallylive.

to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or...