It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being aw...
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
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 and then. but I think I have k...
I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they...
I could understand the moon leaning across a bar on skid rowand asking for a drink, but I couldn't understand anything about myself,I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs,I was poppies mo...
Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working.
And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it
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 th...
They pulled Ezra through the streets in a wooden cage. Blake was sure of God. Villon was a mugger. Lorca sucked cock. T. S. Eliot worked a teller's cage
There is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill...
The psyche has been burnedand left us senseless,the world has been darker than lights-outin a closet full of hungry bats,and the whiskey and wine entered our veinswhen blood was too weak to carry on
The courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous.
Startling! such determination in the dull and uninspiredand the copyists.they never lose the fierce gratitudefor their uneventfulness,nor do they forget to laughat the wit of slugs;as a study in dilut...
Escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art.what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to hershe'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill youstill in her embrace and s...
As shedrove me through the hills everything screamed inside ofme, and I kept saying as we drove along(to myself, of course)fucker, it will pass,everything passes,it's all a jokea joke on you
And you invented meand I invented youand that's why we don'tget alongon this bedany longer.you were the world'sgreatest inventionuntil youflushed meaway.now it's your turnto wait for the touchof the h...
And when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live an...
You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive?I don't know. I'm already tired.
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious.