Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

Your writing", she said to me, "it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . .

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

The female loves to play man against man. And if she is in a position to do it, there is not one who will resist.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

I feel no grief for being called something which I am not; in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good back rub

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

I do not like to work and have no trade but i do like to eat, so this is basic, the basic training of slaves to fear.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

When I write, when I'm going hot, I don't want to write more than four hours in a row. After that, you're pushing it.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

I don't think I'll travel anymore. Travel is nothing but an inconvenience. There is always enough trouble where you are.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.

He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

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