I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight.
I’ve found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious.
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
As a recluse I couldn’t bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
People just weren’t interesting. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn’t understand it.
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories.
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff’s edge.
Long before I became ‘rich and famous’ I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how – usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.
I enjoy the bad things that are said about me. It enhances sales and makes me feel evil. I don’t like to feel good ’cause I am good. But evil? Yes. It gives me another dimension.
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth – alongside of me.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with...
If I stop writing I am dead. And that’s the only way I’ll stop: dead.
Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.