I always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call it happiness-it was more of an innerbalancethat settled for whatever was occurring

You realize when you’replucked out of the mainstream thatit doesn’t need you or anybody else.

who put this brain inside of me?it criesit demandsit says that there is a chance.it will not say"no.

she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her as the strolling vacationer discovered her body notified the captain and she was quickly dispatched to somewhere else on the ship as everything continued just as she had written it.

Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way.

to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think, or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. or vietnam or israel or the fear of spiders. your love washing her yellow false teeth in the sink before you screw.

the first place smelled like work, so I took the second

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.