My flesh looked like it wasn’t trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
You don’t go on “probably” when love and guns are in hand.
Don’t wait for the good woman. She doesn’t exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
I lie as truthfully as I can.
I always started a job with the feeling that I’d soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.
We use such big words to move nowhere.
Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.
Art is its own excuse, and it’s either Art or it’s something else. It’s either a poem or a piece of cheese.
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.
That’s how it is with books, isn’t it: They’re not in a hurry. They’ll wait for you till you’re ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.
A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.
Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.
Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.
I don’t know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you’re back again.