“it’s good to have things done withwhen they don’t workit’s also good not to hateor even forgetthe person you’ve failed with.”

“sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn’t have time to live it.”

“a life can change in a tenth ofa second.or sometimes it can take70years.”

“A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn’t spell and I didn’t know grammar. But I knew when not to write. It was like fucking. You had to rest the godhead now and then.”

“When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.”

“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn’t have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.”

“There’s no way I can stop writing, it’s a form of insanity.”

“Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer”

“I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, “that guy’snuts.”out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.”

“waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come”

“It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,”you’re one of the sanest menI’ve ever met.”poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.”

“I remember yoursaying: “make itor break it.”neither happened anditwon’t.”

“The place trembled with sound. I didn’t need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be careful. Drunk as they were they could immediately detect any false gesture, any false word. You could never underestimate an audience. They had paid to get in; they had paid for drinks; they intended to get something and if you didn’t give it to them they’d run you right into the ocean.”

“I care for you, darling, I love you,the only reason I fucked L. is because you fuckedZ. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.and because you fucked N. I had to fuckY. But I think of you constantly, I feel youhere in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,no matter what happens I’d call it love, and soyou fucked C. and then before I could moveyou fucked W., so I had to fuck D. ButI want you to know that I love you, I think of youconstantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybodylike I love you.”

“I believe that to be the world’s greatest livingwriterthere must be somethingterribly wrong with you.I don’t even want to be the world’s greatestdead writer.just being dead would be fairenough.”