The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.

It's just that the grape has me down.

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.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

We are all museums of fear.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.