the courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous.

the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.

the impossibility of being humanall too humanthis breathingin and outout and inthese punksthese cowardsthese championsthese mad dogs of glorymoving this little bit of light towardusimpossibly.

It’s like a movie, I thought, like a fucking movie. It seemed funny to me. It felt as if we were on camera. I liked it. It was better than the racetrack, it was better...

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can’t vent any anger...

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all

Goodness could be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings.

Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working.

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

E poi ci sono quelli che credono che le vecchie relazionipossano essere rivissute efatte nuove.Ma perfavorese ti senti in quel modonon chiamarenon scriverenon arrivare…

I’ve learned to feel good when I feel good.it’s better to be driven around in a red porschethan to ownone. the luck of the fool is inviolate.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.

Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

a life can change in a tenth ofa second.or sometimes it can take70years.

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just...

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can’t even cry.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can’t see beyond that.

I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other...

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

That’s your response to everything: drink?””No, that’s my response to nothing.

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,...

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.

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

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.