Quotes About Authenticity

You're all there, she said. What do you mean? I mean, I never met a man like you. Oh, yeah? The others are only ten percent there or twenty percent, you're all there, all of you is very there, it's so different. I don't know anything about it. You're a hooker, you can hook women.

I walked about naked and barefoot stepping onto shards of glass sometimes feeling it sometimes not.

I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept.

I walk over and fill her drink: "you got class, doll, you're not like the others…" she likes that and I like it too because to make a thing true all you've got to do is believe.

We are hardly ever as that which we create

Don't butter me, Babe.

I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive on its own terms.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it. Basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them...

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead

They're waiting for you to say all these grand statements, you know? You march across the room and you're supposed to say 'DEATH HAS TWELVE WINGS LIKE THE ANGEL OF HELL!' but people aren't built that way. You can only say 'Hey, uh, baby, why don't ya' make me a cup of coffee?

I had also read somewhere that if a man didn't truly believe or understand what he was espousing, somehow he could do a more convincing job

I can sit down and vomit on the keys but it's my vomit. it's better than sitting in a room with 3 or 4 people and their pianos. this is my piano and it is better than theirs.

The trouble with a mask is it never changes.

but it seems that the most beautiful women always go for the most horrible shits, the most obvious fakes.

she wants me to write a love poem but I think if people can't love each other's assholes and farts and shits and terrible parts just like they love the good parts, that ain't complete love.

Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds; They Are Nothing Alone

She says Thomas drank himself to death because he felt his talent was waning. Bullshit. Thomas drank himself to death for the same reason that I do: he loved his drink, it lifted him where he belonged, where we all belong, where we all should be if the stream of people weren't such asses and didn't believe in homes and new cars and all that junk.

the best of you I like more than you think.

my god, they will say, all Chinaski writes about are cats! my god, they used to say, all Chinaski writes about are whores! the complainers will complain and keep buying my books: they love the way I irritate them.

That way I wouldn't have to see the guys in their walking shorts. They looked as if nothing had ever touched them—all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.

I dislike cute cat poems but I've written one anyhow.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. (...) Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

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