Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: the creative act.

It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.

Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.

When the newspapers have got nothing else to talk about, they cut loose on the young. The young are always news. If they are up to something, that's news. If they aren't, that's news too.

Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.