I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend..

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was foll….

Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Gettin….

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took..

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders ….

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it..

I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awarene….

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

I am a poem. There is no way out..

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice..

Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover..

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose..

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art..

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot..

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get..

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young..

Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art.

To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under t….

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable..

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever ….

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age.