Malcolm Lowry

“What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?”

“And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.”

“Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.”

“The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, away to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace in the world; was not that like the opportunity afforded by drink?”

“I have the feeling that I am poisoning the air through which I walk.”

“One of the longest journeys in the world is the one from the head to the heart.”

“The will of man is unconquerable. Even in the depths of hell.”

“How, unless you drink as I do, can you hope to understand the beauty of an old woman from Tarascan who plays the zither in the market?”

“A drunkard is a dead man, and all dead men are drunk.”

“What a hideous life is this, when it is not a dream!”

“For the garden is the only place there is, but you will not find it, until you have looked for it everywhere and found nowhere that is not a desert.”

“Somehow I am no longer myself, but a dead man.”

“No se puede vivir sin amar.”

“The volcano, that is God, or the Void, or something.”

“Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of his arse.”

“I love you. Don't ever think I don't. It's just that I'm a writer, and I'm a little bit crazy.”