all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

There's nothing unusual about love.

Never get out of bed before noon.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.