“There's nothing unusual about love.”

“sometimes there's nothing to sayaboutdeath.”

“There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.”

“bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it”

“there are worse thingsthan being alonebut it often takesdecades to realize thisand most often when you doit's too lateand there's nothing worsethan too late”

“There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.”

“Trappeddon't undress my loveyou might find a mannequin:don't undress the mannequin you might findmy love. she's long agoforgotten me. she's trying on a newhat and looks more the coquettethan ever.she is achildand a mannequinand death. I can't hate that. she didn't doanything unusual. I only wanted herto.”