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…

- John Fante

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

- John Fante

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…

- John Fante

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

- John Fante

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.

- John Fante

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

- John Fante

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…

- John Fante

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

- John Fante

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.

- John Fante