It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being aw...
I was their bar freak, they needed meto make themselves feelbetter.just like, at times, I needed thatgraveyard.
I was in love again. I was in trouble
I thought you were sane, I said, but you'rejust as crazy as the rest of them.
I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.
I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they...
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them...
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I...
You understand, we just don't fuck with truth.
Without literature, life is hell.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditi...
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.
nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
The nights you fight best arewhen all the weapons are pointed at you,when all the voices hurl their insultswhile the dream is being strangled.The nights you fight best arewhen reason gets kicked in th...
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world...
They thought I had gutsthey were wrong
There must be a way.surely there must be a way that we have not yetthought of.who put this brain inside of me?it criesit demandsit says that there is a chance.it will not sayno.
There is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill...
The psyche has been burnedand left us senseless,the world has been darker than lights-outin a closet full of hungry bats,and the whiskey and wine entered our veinswhen blood was too weak to carry on