Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

this time has finished me.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.