The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.