The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.