“...lifeless and shockingly alien in that place where dissolution itself was a seething turmoil of ejaculation tumescence conception and birth, and death did not even exit.”

“Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.”

“The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself”

“...probably by that time he had learned that there were three things and no more: breathing, pleasure, darkness; and without money there could be no pleasure, and without pleasure it would not even be breathing but mere protoplasmic inhale and collapse of blind unorganism in a darkness where light never began.”

“Did you ever have a sister? did you?”

“A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won't fail to see a chance to meddle.”

“A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….”