The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

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

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built

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

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

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.