you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds

I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or a few bad ones under the hammer of a black hangover when I didn't know whether another drink or a blade would be the best thing.

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

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.