and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

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.

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I am pretty good at doing that. I don't like writers, but then I don't like insurance salesmen either.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.