Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.

Endurance is more important than truth because without endurance there can't be any truth. And truth means going to the end like you mean it. That way, death itself comes up short when it grabs.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

Women were beyond me.They saw somethingdepraved.There was one waitressa little older thanI, she rather smiled,lingered when shebrought mycoffee.That was plenty for me, that wasenough.- Young in New Orleans.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . Ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.).