That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

In New York you've got to have all the luck.

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt