I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

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?

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.