there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.

I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.