But My Whole Life Has Been A

The Streets Were Full Of Insane & Dull People. Most Of Them Lived In Nice Houses And Didn't Seem To Work, And You Wondered How They Did It.

Dying Should Come Easy: Like A Freight Train You Don't Hear When Your Back Is Turned.

I Can Almost Understand Why People Leap From Bridges.

There Is Only One Place To Write And That Is Alone At A Typewriter. The Writer Who Has To Go Into The Streets Is A Writer Who Does Not Know The Streets. . . When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

The Human Heart, As Of Course We All Know Is Essentially Good