Quotes About Frustration

I was 50 years old and hadn't been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at them without yearning and with a sense of futility. I masturbated regularly, but the idea of having a relationship with a woman- even on non-sexual terms-was beyond my imagination.

it's as if he were hiding in there and I want to console him, say: "I am sorry, poor fellow, but creation has its limits.

when confronted with dutiful policemen or women in rancor I have nothing to say to them for if I truly began it would end in somebody's death: theirs or mine so I let them have their little victories which they need far more than I do.

The good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.

It's hell when you're too good to make money.

BILLS! BILLS! BILLS!' she screamed. 'IS THAT ALL YOU CAN BRING ME? THESE BILLS?' 'Yes, mam, that's all I can bring you.' I turned and walked on. It wasn't my fault that they used telephones and gas and light and bought all their things on credit. Yet when I brought them their bills they screamed at me - as if I had asked them to have a phone installed, or a $350 t.v. set sent over with no money down.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

They kept chirping and flipping and fingering their mental assholes.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid.

How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

I went to the bathroom and masturbated—hard to kill a man like that with a Bomb?

Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

I didn't like the eight hour job. I didn't even like the four hour job, even though I couldn't get one.

I was gifted, am gifted. Sometimes I looked at my hands and realized that I could have been a great pianist or something. But what have my hands done? Scratched my balls, written checks, tied shoes, pushed toilet levers, etc. I have wasted my hands. And my mind.

Old ladies standing in halls, up and down the streets, asking the same question as if they were one person with one voice: "Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were loose chunks of soul left out of somewhere;

La inmensa mayoría de la gente estaba loca. Y los que no estaban locos estaban furiosos. Y los que no estaban locos ni furiosos eran idiotas. No tenía escapatoria.

But we couldn't holler law because when you didn't have any money the law stopped working.

I felt terrible. The poor had a right to fuck their way through their bad dreams. Sex and drink, and maybe love, was all they had.

tu figlio di puttana, disse lei, sto cercando di costruire una relazione che abbia senso. non puoi costruirla con un martello, disse lui

If you went to a shrink, he just read to you from the book but when you looked at him, you knew he didn't know what you were talking about. You were just talking to a contented person. When what you really needed when you were going crazy was another crazy who read exactly what you were saying, but not from the book, from the street.

Life is Tuesday afternoon in a cage.

L'umanità mi sta sul cazzo da sempre - ecco il mio motto.