Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.

I hope that death contains less than this.

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.