Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.
Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
Don’t do it. Don’t love me.
I wasn’t sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren’t fools, they just didn’t fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.
Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they’ll spit on you.
If I never see you again, I will always carry you, inside, outside, on my fingertips, and at brain edges, and in centers, centers of what I am, of what remains.
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.
I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.
We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men’s crapper of the local bar.
To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.
I wanted the whole world or nothing.
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
My ambition is handicapped by laziness.
Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.
It’s better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.