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.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.