Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.