In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, j...
In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought.And then I did.
In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.
I thought you were sane, I said, but you'rejust as crazy as the rest of them.
I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want a...
I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide.I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.
Don’t do it. Don’t love me.
Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live.
You understand, we just don't fuck with truth.
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alo...
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 conditi...
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.
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.
We know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
There was something aboutthat city, thoughit didn't let me feel guiltythat I had no feeling for thethings so many others
Jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.