“I suppose like othersI have come through fire and sword,love gone wrong,head-on crashes, drunk at sea,and I have listened to the simple sound of water runningin tubsand wished to drown”

“We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.”

“She could talk. If she was a sphinx she could have talked, if she was a stone she could have talked. I wondered when she'd get tired and leave. Even after I stopped listening it was like being battered with tiny pingpong balls.”

“Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.”

“I have loved you womanas surely as I have named yourust and sand and nylon.”

“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”

“the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,drown the spider in wine.you are much more than simply dead:I am a dish for your ashes,I am a fist for your vanished air.the most terrible thing about lifeis finding it gone.”