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the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.
I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.
writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.
and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.
When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.
I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.
Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.
from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.
My writing is jagged and harsh, I want it to remain that way; I don't want it smoothed out.
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.
Generally, a writer of force is anywhere from 20 years to 200 years ahead of his generation.
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.
How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.
WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR TYPEWRITER YOU LEAVE YOUR MACHINE GUN AND THE RATS COME POURING THROUGH.
a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )
I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.
I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.
she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.
It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.
Courts are places where the ending is written first and all that precedes is simply vaudeville.
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
It's when you begin to lie to yourself in a poem in order to simply make a poem, that you fail.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.
You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.
It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.
Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.
To not to have entirely wasted one's life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.