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.