I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

I found out that Hollywood is more crooked, dumber, crueler, stupider than all the books I’ve read about it. They didn’t go deeply enough into how it lacks art, and soul, and heart— how it’s really a piece of crap. There are too many hands directing, there’re too many fingers in the pot, and they’re all kind of ignorant about what they’re doing. They’re greedy, and they’re vicious. So you don’t get much of a movie.

You lose what individualism you have, if you have enough of course, you retain some of it, but most dont have enough, so they become watchers of game shows, y’know, things like that. Then you work the 8 hour job with almost a feeling of goodness, like you’re doing something, and you get married, like marriage is a victory and you have children like having children is a victory, but most things people do are a total grind, marriage, birth, children, it’s something they HAVE to do because they have nothing else to do. There is no glory in it, no esteem, no fire, their lives are flat and the earth is full of them. Sorry, but thats the way I see it. I could not accept the snail’s pace 8-5, Johnnie Carson, merry christmas, happy new year, to me it’s the sickest of all sick things.

well, I’ve got to get some pussy pretty soon or I’ll go goofy.
the price is always too high, forget it.
I know. but I can’t forget it. I’m starting to have crazy dreams. I screw chickens in the ass.
chickens? does it work?
in the dream it works.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.