It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

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

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.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

I have no time for things that have no soul.