I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested in what most people have to say, or what they want to do – mostly with my time.
All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was always controlling who got a chance and who didn’t.
It didn’t pay to trust another human being. Humans didn’t have it, whatever it took.
I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
I wasn’t a misanthrope and I wasn’t a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.
The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.
Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.
People just don’t know how to write down a simple easy line. It’s difficult for them; it’s like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning – not many can do it.
If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.