Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

O starry night, This is how I want to die

You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.

The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.