The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a day you've got a hired killer who thinks you are god. A dog can't tell a Nazi from a Republican from a Commie from a Democrat and, many times, neither can I.