It seemed better to delay thinking.
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
I often carry things to readso that I will not have to look atthe people.
Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.
And it seems people should not build houses anymoreit seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floorsunder electric lightswithout shades;it seems there is a lot to forgetand a...
there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.
I write poetry, worry, smile,laughsleepcontinue for a whilejust like most of usjust like all of us;sometimes I want to hug allMankind on earthand say,god damn all this that they've brought down on us,...
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.
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...
Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all
There are worse thingsthan being alonebut it often takesdecades to realize thisand most often when you doit's too late
The way to create art is to burn and destroyordinary concepts and to substitute them
Like the foxI run with the huntedand if I’m notthe happiest manon earthI’m surely theluckiest manalive.
Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along
That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if n...
So you want to be a writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don’t do it.if you...
I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.
I said goodbye againsucking up all that was left of her into thelittle that was left ofme. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it.we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.