in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I am pretty good at doing that. I don't like writers, but then I don't like insurance salesmen either.

..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been for a long time. Writers only like to sniff their own turds. I am one of those. I don't even like to talk to writers, look at them or worse, listen to them. And the worst is to drink with them, they slobber all over themselves, really look piteous, look like they are searching for the wing of the mother. I'd rather think about death than about other writers. Far more pleasant.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it