Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?
I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It’s a dirty floor. It’s a dirty typer that types dirty stories.
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
What’s genius? I don’t know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can’t help doing.
I’m going, she said. I love you but you’re crazy, you’re doomed.
That’s the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.
I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn’t so.
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.
Angels, we have grown apart.
There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.
I’ll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.
And yet women-good women – frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It’s as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.
I’m only interested in poetry.
Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.