Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen. - Henry Miller

I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.

To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money, money, money everywhere and still not enough, and then no money or a little money or less money or more money, but money, always money, and if you have money or you don't have money it is the money that counts and money makes money, but what makes money make money?

Perhaps the artist is nothing more than the personification of this universal maladjustment, this universal disequilibrium.