I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

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

Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.