“A dark yet shallow sleep. A submission to exhaustion. A loss of consciousness and an avoidance of light, Yet not deep enough to avoid the turbulence on the surface while deep enough to feel the pressure from the bottom. Whatever or whoever he was sought to find the finite area where all pressures are equal and constant. To find that small pocket of weightlessness where no pressure is felt, where there is no tugging in opposite directions, no straining for a painless balance, where all of him was suspended and cushioned between the 2 crushing and yanking pressures where no pressures existed. Where no light existed. Where no time existed. Where no need or desire existed. Where there existed no blackness. There, where there existed nothing, not even a void.”
“Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing ...”
Hubert Selby, Jr.
“A cigarette only takes a certain amount of time to smoke and though this takes time it seems to take less and less with each one and you can only smoke so many, there comes a time when you have to sto...”
Hubert Selby, Jr.
“Its quite an experience to be locked up all by yourself in any size room, no less a little cell.”
Hubert Selby, Jr.
“He flowed deeper and deeper into himself, wrapped in the comforting strength of hate.”
Hubert Selby, Jr.
“A little sleep and then a little wakefulness. Then a slipping to some soothing place in between.”
Hubert Selby, Jr.