It's hot tonight and half the neighborhood is drunk. the other half is dead. if I have any advice about writing poetry it's - don't. I'm going to send out for some fried chicken.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

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.

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.