It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.