If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

It was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. There were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tried to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.