they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.