I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

I've never met another man I'd rather be.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

I am a poem. There is no way out.

I have no time for things that have no soul.