The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many splits with women. I need solitude more often when I'm not writing than when I am.

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight