art & writing

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

“You should love for no reason.”

“I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.”

“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.”

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only living thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one.

I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.