He didn'tspeak. He croaked. And when he croaked, he didn't say much.He was neither liked nor disliked. He was just there. His facehad wrinkled into strange runs and mounds of unattractive flesh.No light shone from his face.

- Защо се караш с красотата си? - я попитах. Защо не щеш да се сприятелиш с нея?- Защото хората смятат, че това е единственото нещо, което имам. Красотата не е нищо, красотата изчезва. Не можеш да разбереш какъв късмет имаш, че си грозен, защото, когато някой те харесва, знаеш, че е за нещо друго.- Добре - казах, - страшен късметлия съм.

It’s always early enough to die and it’s always too late

Estamos aquí para desaprender las enseñanzas de la iglesia, el estado y nuestro sistema educativo. Estamos aquí para tomar cerveza. Estamos aquí para matar la guerra. Estamos aquí para reírnos del destino y vivir tan bien nuestra vida que la muerte tiemble al recibirnos.

I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.

The cat is the beutiful devil. And here we can use the word, even without the “a.”- from a Dec. 21 1960, a letter to Sheri Martinelli"On Cats

I felt like a still live fish on ice in a butcher’s counter on Friday morning.- On Cats

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life.- from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats

Kita semua akan mati, semuanya. Menakutkan bukan? Alasan itu saja seharusnya membuat kita saling mencintai, tetapi tidak. Kita diteror dan digilas oleh hal-hal yang remeh dalam hidup; ditelan oleh kehampaan.

I like dogs better than men and cats better than dogs and myself best of all, drunk in my underwear looking out the window.