Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.