Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

she’s mad, but she’s magic.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.