if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

too often, the only escape is sleep