If you are going to try$$$ go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it$$$ you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.

They thought I had guts. They were wrong. I was only frightened of more important things.

There are some who believe that old relationships can berevived and made new again. But please$$$ if you feel that way$$$ don't phone$$$ don'twrite$$$ don't arrive.

To fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself$$$ so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

Whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

in this land some of us fuck more than we die$$$ but most of us die better than we fuck.

Nothing can save you except writing. It keeps the walls from failing.

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.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello$$$ baby$$$ how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready."

While investors and managers must place their feet in the future$$$ their memories and nervous systems often remain plugged into the past.