#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back