It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers committed suicide. Writers went mad.
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.
God is a lonely place without steak.
I’ve learned to feel good when I feel good. it’s better to be driven around in a red porsche than to own one. the luck of the fool is inviolate.
My flesh looked like it wasn’t trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
You don’t go on “probably” when love and guns are in hand.
Don’t wait for the good woman. She doesn’t exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
I lie as truthfully as I can.
I always started a job with the feeling that I’d soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.
We use such big words to move nowhere.
Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.
Art is its own excuse, and it’s either Art or it’s something else. It’s either a poem or a piece of cheese.
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.