I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!

To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...

ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…

I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls

I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...

and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love