I was in love again. I was in trouble

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.