The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.
I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.
Simplicity is always the secret to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity.
As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don’t realize it, then you’re finished.
Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.
Sundays kill more people than bombs.
Only the boring get bored.
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.
In New York you’ve got to have all the luck.