If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.