Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

If you want to create, you'll create.

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

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.

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.