she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard