Homosexuals are delicate and bad poetry is delicate and [Allen] Ginsberg turned the tables by making homosexual poetry strong poetry, almost manly poetry; but in the long run, the homo will remain the homo and not the poet.

You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.