As a recluse I couldn’t bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

There’s a light somewhere.It may not be much light butit beats the darkness.

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

nothing’s news.it’s the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you only see itonce, ormaybe never.like getting hit by a freighttrain.makes us realize that all ourmoaning about long lost girlsin gingham dressesis...

The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can’t climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

permanent living peace is permanent living death.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...

Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Hell, I’d even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year,...