You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called 'pretentious' by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.