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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 thoughts to the left and right and behind me. But as I ran, The Arm, that good left arm, took hold of the situation and spoke soothingly: ease up, Kid, it's loneliness, you're all alone in the world; your father, your mother, your faith, they can't help you, nobody helps anybody, you only help yourself, and that's why I'm here, because we are inseperable, and we'll take care of everything.
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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 sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!
Literary criticism is generally bunk. Nonsense. Usually based on self-serving post-intellectual bullshit.
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
I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living
We talked, she and I. She asked about my work and it was a pretense, she was not interested in my work. And when I answered, it was a pretense. I was not interested in my work either. There was only one thing that interested us, and she knew it. She had made it plain by her coming.
Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?
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 writer. If what I write is good, then people will read it. That’s why literature exists. An author puts his heart and guts on the page. 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 something you don’t believe in yourself.
Like my father, I am very impatient. I have a strong bullshit detector. I may finish one book in twenty that I have started.
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 have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.
