if you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.