I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

I am a poem. There is no way out.