as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.