#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
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
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?