Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you're back again.

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.

I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or a few bad ones under the hammer of a black hangover when I didn't know whether another drink or a blade would be the best thing.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.