“I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

Without literature, life is hell.

Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Sex is interesting, but it’s not totally important.

Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom – love – happiness.

If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Thank God we’re living in a country where the sky’s the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

I had a nice dinner. I let the evening unfold, flow. I like to sit in a chair with a wine glass. When I woke up, I thought, ‘Why didn’t I go to bed at 11?’ I came back at 3 and went to bed at 5.

Double up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.

Any man who’s not willing to take half a loaf in a negotiation, well, that man never went to bed hungry.