I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
I loved youlike a man loves a woman he never touches, onlywrites to, keeps little photographs of. I would haveloved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling acigarette and listened to you piss in...
I knew it would be you
I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified...
Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then the...
Dying should come easy:like a freight train youdon't hear whenyour back isturned.
Don’t do it. Don’t love me.
But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress…a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.
Maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity.But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled...
When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delig...
Your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and yo...
You son of a bitch, she said, I am to build a meaningfulrelationship.you can't build it with a hammer,he said.
When the phone ringsI too would like to hear wordsthat might easesome of this.
We were in her big oakbedfacing southso much of the rest of thetimethat I memorizedeach wrinkle in thedrapesand especiallyall the cracks in theceiling.I used to play games withher with that ceiling.se...
They simply never understand,do they,that sometimes solitudeisone of the most beautiful
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 whathe has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally w...
Love breaks my
I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know...
Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the dem...
Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn't matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it's not nice. But I'd be as contended...