Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.