“YOU DON'T SMELL FIRE," I yelled. YOU SMELL SMOKE.”

“That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.”

“Your parents don't give you much love, do they?''I don't need that stuff,' I told her.'Henry, everybody needs love.''I don't need anything.''You poor boy.”

“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”

“You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive?I don't know. I'm already tired.”

“Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not happen. So, how can you teach anybody how to write? It's beyond me, because you yourself don't even know if you're going to be able to. I'm always worried, well, you know, every time I go upstairs with my wine bottle. Sometimes I'll sit at that typewriter for fifteen minutes, you know. I don't go up there to write. The typewriter's up there. If it doesn't start moving, I say, well this could be the night that I hit the dust.”

“And if you decide to kill somebody,make it anybody and not somebody:some men are made of more special, precious parts:do not kill if you will a president or a King or a man behind a desk -these have heavenly longitudesenlightened attitudes.If you decide,take uswho stand and smoke and glower;we are rusty with sadnessandfeverishwith climbing broken ladders”