I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

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

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

and love was lightning and remembrance