“Time has to pass. But sometimes its so goddamn long. Sometimes it just seems to drag and drag and weigh a ton. And hang on you like a monkey. Like its going to suck the blood out of you. Or… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“Writing is a lonely are at times, we spend so much of our time locked in a room and never know if we are reaching anyone...” — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“Time has to pass. But sometimes its so goddamn long. Sometimes it just seems to drag and drag and weigh a ton. And hang… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world...Not only… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“It's always the same--you get used to one thing, then it changes. Get used to another, and that changes. Over and over. Always the… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“That's why you can't be worried about the world. They'll just do you in anyway. You can't depend on them because sooner or later… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“The summer sun continued to rise in the sky and propel shocks of heat down on the city and the heavy moisture moistened bodies… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“I do believe that LAST EXIT is a microcosm and that everything in the world exists within each of us which is what makes… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“This book is dedicated, with love, to Bobby, who has found the only pound of pure- Faith in a Loving God.” — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“i think thats one of the problems with the world today, nobody knows who they are. everyone is running around looking for an identity,… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“Why did you start to write? I left at 15.. I started to write becase I was taken off a ship from Germany when… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“I need more than the streets. I don’t want to be a floating crap game all my life. I want to be something .… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
“In the winter everyones hate was bare if you looked. She saw hate in the icicles that hung from her window; she saw it… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
