… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

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

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

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 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

He asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge. writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers." "are you desperate?" "I don't know.