Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like anybody else, I like something that tends to last.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.