when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

I don't write so much now. I'm getting on 33, pot belly and creeping dementia.

That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.

The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with.

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

Writers have to put up with this editor thing; it is ageless and eternal and wrong.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

A cat is only itself, representative of the strong forces of life that won't let go.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our education system.

There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.

young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

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