It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds

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?

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.

I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.