The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.

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

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it