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

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.