Goodness could be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
I write fiction. What's fiction ?? Fiction is an improvement on life.
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.
Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
a life can change in a tenth of a second. or sometimes it can take 70 years.
great books are the ones we need
I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
I had also read somewhere that if a man didn't truly believe or understand what he was espousing, somehow he could do a more convincing job
To not to have entirely wasted one's life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
Writers have to put up with this editor thing; it is ageless and eternal and wrong.
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them; I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence.
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
I do not like the human race. I don't like their heads, I don't like their faces, I don't like their feet, I don't like their conversations, I don't like their hairdos, I don't like their automobiles.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.
I used to live on one candy bar a day - it cost a nickel. I always remember the candy bar was called Payday. That was my payday. And that candy bar tasted so good, at night I would take one bite, and it was so beautiful.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
I don't write so much now. I'm getting on 33, pot belly and creeping dementia.