that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

The wisdom to quit is all we have left.

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.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.