I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

Fiction is an improvement on life

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

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

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.