My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is

Hemingway and Saroyan had the line, the magic of it. The problem was that Hemingway didn't know how to laugh and Saroyan was filled with sugar.

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.