Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets, I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it….

Listen closely. There’s a remote possibility that you might learn something: First, I don’t give a damn if my work is commercial or not…I’m the write….

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you s….

When stuck, hit the road..

You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love..

Oh, God, help me! And I walked faster, my thoughts pursuing me, and I began to run, my frozen shoes squealing like mice, but running didn't help, the….

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I….

Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?.

Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name..

Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life..

I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living.

If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too.

Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla? Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to, and not feel ashamed of it..

For your information, a good novel can change the world. Keep that in mind before you attempt to sit down at a typewriter. Never waste time on someth….

It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the snow swirling around me li….

Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You too are alone, but you are n….

Look at the people who review. Look at their commitment to being "right" and "safe". If I had listened to my critics I would have given up years ago..

Literary criticism is generally bunk. Nonsense. Usually based on self-serving post-intellectual bullshit..

When I go into a bookstore I always look for books by John Fante. If they are out-of-stock on one of his titles, I tell the clerk to order what is mi….

Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they wer….

Like my father, I am very impatient. I have a strong bullshit detector. I may finish one book in twenty that I have started..