Everything is beautiful. We have all this beauty in the world and all we have to do is reach out and touch it, it is all there and all ours for the taking." -- Cecilia to Henry Chinaski, liberty taken changing past tense to present tense (173)

I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or a few bad ones under the hammer of a black hangover when I didn't know whether another drink or a blade would be the best thing.

The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

Angels, we have grown apart.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.