I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

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

well, i don't know about you but I'm going to try everything! War, women, travel, marriage, children, the works. [...]. I want to know about things, what makes them work!

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.