There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.

pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.