“The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.”

“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio to a classical music station, light a cigarette or a cigar, open the bottle. The typer did the rest. All I had to do was be there. The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.”

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”

“I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.”

“You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”

“nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.”

“nobody can save you butyourself.you will be put again and againinto nearly impossiblesituations.they will attempt again and againthrough subterfuge, guise andforceto make you submit, quit and/or die quietlyinside.nobody can save you butyourself”