As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.