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

You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.