I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

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

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.