• The greatest drug of all, my dear, was not one of those pills in so many colors that you took over the years, was not the opium, the hash you smoked in houses at the beach, or the speed or smack you shot up in Sutherland's apartment, no, it wasn't any of these. It was the city, darling, it was the city, the city itself. And do you see why I had to leave? As Santayana said, dear, artists are unhappy because they are not interested in happiness; they live for beauty. God, was that steaming, loathsome city beautiful!!! And why finally no human lover was possible, because I was in love with all men, with the city itself

    Andrew Holleran
  • They faced each other at opposite ends of an illusion

    Andrew Holleran
  • Tomorrow the rush of men, all working for a living, would drown him; but now, at this moment, in this soft green twilight, this soft green Sunday evening, when the heart of the world seemed to lie beating in the palm of his hand, he sat in that huge house upstairs terrified that he would never live

    Andrew Holleran
  • Witty people came out in autumn; beauties in July

    Andrew Holleran
  • Living for beauty is all very fine, but it’s a hard regimen and burns up the heart very quickly

    Andrew Holleran
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