So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.