“I won a scholarship when I was ten. I was a clever kid. A good Hebrew scholar too. So I went to a high school. The family intellectual. They used to read my essays out to the other boys. Ten out of ten for composition. The kicks I got from putting words on paper! And books, I gobbled books like peanuts. How I didn’t wear my eyes away I don’t know. But a lowlife is a lowlife. I was losing money on the cards at fourteen, and going with my pals to shilling whores. Money I needed, for cigarettes and women and pride in my pocket. I left school when I was fifteen and got a job in tailoring.”
Black Spring Press, 2010 (publicado originalmente en 1963)
“Girls are attracted to homeless poets. I sat in the Coffee-house, listening to all the shit about art and literature and the more withdrawn I became the more success I had-. And I began exacting a sort of vengeance on them.
I began a novel. It started the usual way. A boy and girl in bed.”
The world is a wedding; from East End to Soho
Five Leaves 2008 (publicado originalmente en 1963)