There still might be a place for us somewhere.
There’s no way I can stop writing, it’s a form of insanity.
Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
Love breaks my bones and I laugh.
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn’t interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.
An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.
We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
Wherever the crowd goes, run in the other direction. They’re always wrong.
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can’t even cry.
Not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
In New York you’ve got to have all the luck.
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken – but there’s always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.
American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.
That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.
It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
I have been treated better than I should have been – not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.