“Being an artist doesn't take much. Just everything you got. Which means of course that as the process is giving you life, it is also bringing you closer to death. But it's no big deal. They are one in the… — 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
