I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?