"I still can't help looking back again to that shack in Atlanta, that was truly bottom, freezing and starving, the oil lamp gone out and me writing words upon the edges of dirty newspapers on the floor with a pencil stub. All the other rooms and no rooms, the used women, the used me. All the roominghouses, locked behind a door, 5 cents for food, a Payday candy bar. No steak more glorious than a small nibble at that."
- 1990 letter to John Martin